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"
And
,
meantime
,
I
must
be
up
and
doing
.
"
"
Ye
’
ll
awa
’
to
your
bed
and
sleep
out
your
sleep
.
What
’
s
the
need
o
’
hurry
when
the
body
’
s
leg
is
still
to
set
.
As
my
auld
mither
used
to
say
,
naething
suld
be
done
in
haste
but
grippin
’
a
flea
.
.
.
.
But
I
’
ll
look
out
some
of
your
auld
garments
,
for
our
friend
will
hae
to
cast
his
braw
coat
and
put
on
homespun
or
he
wins
forth
o
’
Woodilee
.
"
The
man
upstairs
slept
for
a
round
of
the
clock
,
and
then
awoke
and
clamoured
for
food
.
Isobel
reported
that
he
was
cured
of
his
weakness
,
and
that
the
pike
wound
in
his
shoulder
was
no
more
than
a
scratch
.
"
Forbye
his
leg
,
he
’
s
as
weel
as
you
or
me
,
and
he
has
the
hunger
o
’
a
cadger
’
s
powny
.
It
was
an
awesome
sicht
to
see
him
rivin
’
my
bannocks
.
He
’
s
speirin
’
to
see
ye
,
for
nae
doubt
he
has
muckle
on
his
mind
.
"
The
old
woman
was
in
the
best
of
tempers
,
and
her
wizened
face
was
puckered
in
a
secret
smile
,
for
she
and
her
master
were
now
restored
to
friendship
as
partners
in
conspiracy
.
David
found
his
guest
clad
in
one
of
his
own
bedgowns
,
the
hue
of
health
once
more
on
his
unshaven
cheeks
.
His
first
request
was
for
a
razor
and
for
shears
,
and
when
Isobel
had
shorn
his
hair
,
and
he
had
got
rid
of
a
three
days
’
beard
,
it
was
a
head
of
a
notable
power
and
dignity
that
rested
on
the
pillow
.
The
high
-
boned
,
weather
-
beaten
face
,
the
aquiline
nose
,
the
long
pointed
chin
were
no
common
trooper
’
s
,
and
the
lines
about
mouth
and
eyes
were
like
the
pages
of
a
book
wherein
the
most
casual
could
read
of
ripe
experience
.
The
brown
eyes
were
dancing
and
mirthful
,
and
the
cast
in
the
left
one
did
not
so
much
mar
the
expression
as
make
it
fantastically
bold
and
daring
.
Here
was
one
who
had
lived
in
strange
places
and
was
not
used
to
fear
.
"
It
’
s
a
sore
burden
I
’
ve
brought
on
you
,
Mr
.
Sempill
,
"
he
cried
,
"
and
it
’
s
you
that
’
s
the
good
Samaritan
.
It
was
my
lord
’
s
notion
that
I
should
throw
myself
on
your
compassion
,
for
it
’
s
a
queer
thing
,
I
own
,
for
a
cavalier
to
be
seeking
a
hiding
-
place
in
a
manse
,
though
Mark
Kerr
has
had
some
unco
ports
in
his
day
.
I
mind
in
Silesia
-
-
But
there
’
s
no
time
for
soldiers
’
tales
.
You
’
ll
be
wanting
me
out
of
this
as
soon
as
I
can
put
foot
to
ground
,
and
it
’
s
blithe
I
’
ll
be
to
humour
you
.
My
leg
is
setting
brawly
,
says
that
auld
wife
who
is
my
chirurgeon
,
and
in
less
than
a
week
I
’
ll
be
fit
to
go
hirpling
on
my
road
.
"
"
That
will
be
to
walk
into
the
fire
,
"
said
David
.
"
If
Montrose
’
s
army
is
scattered
throughout
the
hills
,
there
will
be
such
a
hunt
cried
as
will
leave
no
sheiling
unsearched
.
"
"
Just
so
.
I
’
ll
not
deny
that
this
countryside
is
unhealthy
for
folk
like
me
.
You
’
ll
be
well
advised
to
bury
or
burn
the
clothes
I
had
on
last
night
,
and
if
you
can
lend
me
a
pair
of
grey
breeks
and
an
auld
coat
,
I
’
ll
depart
with
a
lighter
mind
.
"
"
You
’
ll
be
for
the
sea
and
the
abroad
?
"
"
No
me
.
It
’
s
at
the
coast
that
they
’
ll
be
seeking
me
,
and
a
wise
man
that
’
s
in
trouble
will
go
where
he
’
s
no
expected
.
I
think
I
’
ll
just
bide
hereaways
.
Put
me
in
a
frieze
jacket
and
I
’
ll
defy
Davie
Leslie
himself
to
see
Mark
Kerr
,
the
gentleman
-
cavalier
of
Mackay
’
s
,
in
the
douce
landward
body
that
cracks
of
sheep
and
black
nowt
.
You
’
ll
maybe
have
me
in
your
congregation
,
Mr
.
Sempill
.
I
’
m
thinking
of
taking
a
tack
of
Crossbasket
.
"
