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"
"
Did
you
find
what
you
sought
?
"
David
asked
.
"
I
fand
eneuch
.
"
He
drew
from
a
pocket
a
bunch
of
feathers
.
"
I
got
these
last
nicht
in
the
Wud
.
Doubtless
there
’
ll
be
mair
in
the
same
place
,
if
they
havena
been
soopit
up
.
But
there
’
s
nae
red
cock
the
day
in
the
toun
o
’
Chasehope
.
I
admired
the
wife
’
s
hens
and
speired
what
had
become
o
’
the
cock
,
and
was
telled
that
it
was
deid
-
-
chokit
last
nicht
on
a
grosart
.
I
ken
the
kind
o
’
grosart
that
ended
the
puir
beast
.
"
"
And
the
aniseed
?
"
Reiverslaw
laughed
tipsily
.
"
We
were
just
in
time
,
sir
.
The
wife
had
a
fire
lowin
’
in
the
yaird
.
’
What
’
s
burnin
’
,
mistress
?
’
says
I
.
’
Just
some
auld
clouts
,
’
says
she
.
’
There
was
a
gangrel
body
sleepit
ae
nicht
in
the
loft
,
’
says
she
,
’
and
he
left
some
duds
ahint
him
,
as
fu
’
o
’
fleas
as
a
cadger
’
s
bonnet
.
I
’
m
haein
’
them
brunt
,
’
says
she
,
’
for
fear
o
’
the
weans
.
’
Weel
,
me
and
Richie
and
Rab
stood
aside
the
fire
,
and
it
loupit
as
if
an
oil
can
had
been
skailed
on
it
,
and
the
reek
that
rase
frae
it
was
just
the
reek
o
’
my
wee
bottle
.
Mair
nor
that
,
there
was
a
queer
smell
ayont
the
hallin
-
-
Richie
and
Rab
fand
it
as
weel
as
me
.
What
name
wad
ye
gie
it
,
Rab
?
"
"
It
was
the
stink
o
’
the
stuff
ye
showed
us
in
this
house
last
nicht
,
"
said
Prentice
solemnly
.
"
Sae
muckle
for
that
,
"
said
Reiverslaw
.
"
We
’
ve
proof
that
the
lad
in
the
dowg
’
s
cap
was
nae
ither
than
him
we
ken
o
’
.
Na
,
na
,
I
never
let
on
to
the
wife
.
I
was
jokesome
and
daffin
’
wi
’
her
,
and
made
a
great
crack
o
’
the
tups
,
and
praised
a
’
I
saw
about
the
toun
,
and
Rab
and
Richie
were
as
wise
as
judges
.
I
had
a
dram
inside
me
,
and
was
just
my
canty
ordinar
’
.
But
my
een
and
my
nostrils
werena
idle
,
and
I
saw
what
I
’
ve
telled
ye
.
.
.
.
My
heid
was
in
sic
a
thraw
last
nicht
that
I
canna
sweir
wi
’
ony
certainty
to
ither
faces
,
though
I
hae
my
suspeecions
about
the
weemen
.
But
you
,
sir
,
sittin
’
aloft
on
the
tree
-
tap
,
ye
maun
hae
had
a
graund
view
,
for
there
was
licht
eneuch
to
read
prent
.
"
"
I
recognized
certain
women
,
to
whom
I
can
swear
on
my
oath
.
About
some
I
dare
not
be
positive
,
but
there
were
five
of
whom
I
have
no
doubt
.
There
were
Jean
Morison
and
her
daughter
Jess
.
"
