Languages & literature > Aurus clavus, or, The adventures of a gold trinket, supposed to have been written by itself

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to knock against, and hammer awa at, neither
am I a whisky keg, tho’ I maun allow that I’m
a we thing chipped the night, and yet I just hae
plenty an nae mair.” Having said so, he stag¬
gered against the wall, and his hat falling off,
my master lifted it up, and put it on his head.
“ Thank ye freen, thank ye man—od yere a kin’
chiel after a’—unco obligin’, I assure you. Ye
might just come hame to my house wi me, if ye
be on nae particler hurry, an’ we’el hae a drap
o’ the crater. I gat a wee thing d’er mickle
thi« mornin’, an ye see I’m just thinkin’ to wear
aff the night wee’t, sin it is sae. My freen o’er
the way there an me hae just had a wee drap,
nae mickle, jest as mickle as wet our wizans an’
warm our noddles a wee bit. An’ I’m just new
deen wi gien some orders—let me see now,
twal dozen porter; a cask o’ the pure crater,
half o’t unco guid, that’s to say strong; some
ginger cordial for my wife, puir thing, wha is
now unco weakly. Ye see her lassie has just
worn awa frae her, an that’s the thing that's
vexin’ her. O ay, puir thing, she was laid yester¬
day beside her brither, wha was buried just sax
months sine, puir chiel. But come awa, freen,
hame wi me.'’ After having drawled out this