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"
Davie
,
Davie
,
"
I
thought
,
"
was
ever
seen
such
black
ingratitude
?
Can
you
forget
old
favours
and
old
friends
at
the
mere
whistle
of
a
name
?
Fie
,
fie
;
think
shame
"
And
I
sat
down
on
the
boulder
the
good
man
had
just
left
,
and
opened
the
parcel
to
see
the
nature
of
my
gifts
.
That
which
he
had
called
cubical
,
I
had
never
had
much
doubt
of
;
sure
enough
it
was
a
little
Bible
,
to
carry
in
a
plaid-neuk
.
That
which
he
had
called
round
,
I
found
to
be
a
shilling
piece
;
and
the
third
,
which
was
to
help
me
so
wonderfully
both
in
health
and
sickness
all
the
days
of
my
life
,
was
a
little
piece
of
coarse
yellow
paper
,
written
upon
thus
in
red
ink
:
"
TO
MAKE
LILLY
OF
THE
VALLEY
WATER
.
--
Take
the
flowers
of
lilly
of
the
valley
and
distil
them
in
sack
,
and
drink
a
spooneful
or
two
as
there
is
occasion
.
It
restores
speech
to
those
that
have
the
dumb
palsey
.
It
is
good
against
the
Gout
;
it
comforts
the
heart
and
strengthens
the
memory
;
and
the
flowers
,
put
into
a
Glasse
,
close
stopt
,
and
set
into
ane
hill
of
ants
for
a
month
,
then
take
it
out
,
and
you
will
find
a
liquor
which
comes
from
the
flowers
,
which
keep
in
a
vial
;
it
is
good
,
ill
or
well
,
and
whether
man
or
woman
.
"
And
then
,
in
the
minister
's
own
hand
,
was
added
:
"
Likewise
for
sprains
,
rub
it
in
;
and
for
the
cholic
,
a
great
spooneful
in
the
hour
.
"
To
be
sure
,
I
laughed
over
this
;
but
it
was
rather
tremulous
laughter
;
and
I
was
glad
to
get
my
bundle
on
my
staff
's
end
and
set
out
over
the
ford
and
up
the
hill
upon
the
farther
side
;
till
,
just
as
I
came
on
the
green
drove-road
running
wide
through
the
heather
,
I
took
my
last
look
of
Kirk
Essendean
,
the
trees
about
the
manse
,
and
the
big
rowans
in
the
kirkyard
where
my
father
and
my
mother
lay
.
In
the
forenoon
of
the
second
day
,
coming
to
the
top
of
a
hill
,
I
saw
all
the
country
fall
away
before
me
down
to
the
sea
;
and
in
the
midst
of
this
descent
,
on
a
long
ridge
,
the
city
of
Edinburgh
smoking
like
a
kiln
.
There
was
a
flag
upon
the
castle
,
and
ships
moving
or
lying
anchored
in
the
firth
;
both
of
which
,
for
as
far
away
as
they
were
,
I
could
distinguish
clearly
;
and
both
brought
my
country
heart
into
my
mouth
.
Presently
after
,
I
came
by
a
house
where
a
shepherd
lived
,
and
got
a
rough
direction
for
the
neighbourhood
of
Cramond
;
and
so
,
from
one
to
another
,
worked
my
way
to
the
westward
of
the
capital
by
Colinton
,
till
I
came
out
upon
the
Glasgow
road
.
And
there
,
to
my
great
pleasure
and
wonder
,
I
beheld
a
regiment
marching
to
the
fifes
,
every
foot
in
time
;
an
old
red-faced
general
on
a
grey
horse
at
the
one
end
,
and
at
the
other
the
company
of
Grenadiers
,
with
their
Pope
's
-
hats
.
The
pride
of
life
seemed
to
mount
into
my
brain
at
the
sight
of
the
red
coats
and
the
hearing
of
that
merry
music
.
A
little
farther
on
,
and
I
was
told
I
was
in
Cramond
parish
,
and
began
to
substitute
in
my
inquiries
the
name
of
the
house
of
Shaws
.
It
was
a
word
that
seemed
to
surprise
those
of
whom
I
sought
my
way
.
At
first
I
thought
the
plainness
of
my
appearance
,
in
my
country
habit
,
and
that
all
dusty
from
the
road
,
consorted
ill
with
the
greatness
of
the
place
to
which
I
was
bound
.
But
after
two
,
or
maybe
three
,
had
given
me
the
same
look
and
the
same
answer
,
I
began
to
take
it
in
my
head
there
was
something
strange
about
the
Shaws
itself
.
