J. J. Bell

“ I want to be cairrit noo."
"Na, na, I daurna tak' ye oot yer bed."
"Hap me weel, an' cairry me, paw," said the boy.
Eventually his father gave in, rolled him in a blanket, and began to pace the kitchen floor.
"Mairch!" commanded Macgregor. "An' whustle tae," he added; "whustle like a baun'!"
John obligingly began to whistle "The Girl I Left Behind Me," and marched up and down the kitchen till Macgregor expressed himself satisfied.
"Sing noo, paw."
"Is yer heid no' bad?"
"No' sae bad as it wis. Sing, paw!"
"Vera weel," said John, sitting down with his burden at the fireside. ”

“ An' the young fairmer kep' awa' the fire and reek wi' his shield an' gi'ed the draygon a jag in its ither e'e, an' cried, 'Come oot, ye auld taurry-biler till I ca' the heid aff ye!' Wi' that the draygon, no' likin' to be ca'ed an auld taurry-biler, let oot a roar, an' tried fur to catch the young fairmer. But it wis jist as fou's a wulk, an' hauf-blin' furbye, an' as shin as it pit its heid oot the den the young fairmer stud up on his taes an' brocht doon the sword wi' a' his micht, an' cut off the draygon's heid, an' the draygon was deid. ”

“ But, ye see, the folk dinna scoot watter; an' at last the king o' the place begood to get feart he wud ha'e nae folk left to pey him taxes an' cry 'hurray!' when he gaed ootbye, an' he got dizzens o' bills prentit an' pastit up a' through the toon tellin' the folk that he would gi'e hauf his riches an' the haun' o' his bewtiful dochter til the man that killt the draygon. ”