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13-1 DAVID BALi-'OUR
story, Prestongrange is a Whig like j'oursel', so I'll say
the less of him ; aud, clod ! I believe he was the best
friend ye liad, if ye could ouly trust him. But Symon
Fraser and James More are my ain kind of cattle, and
I'll give them the name that they deserve. The
muckle black de'il was father to the Frasers, a'body
kens that ; and as for the Gregara, I never could abye
the reek of them since I could stotter on two feet. I
bloodied the nose of one, I mind, when I was still so
wambly on my legs that I cowped upon the top of him.
A i)roud man was my father that day, God rest him !
and I think he had the cause. Ill never can deny but
what Eobin was something of a piper," he added;
" but as for James More, the de'il guide him for me ! ''
"One thing we have to consider," said I. ''"Was
Charles Stewart right or wrong ? Is it only me they're
after, or the pair of us ? "
"And what's your ain opinion, you that's a man of
so much experience ? " said he.
" It passes me," said I.
" And me too," says Alan. "Do ye think this lass
would keep her word to ye?" he asked.
"I do that," said I.
" Well, there's nae telling," said he. " And any-
way, that's over and done : he'll be joined to the rest
of them lang syne."
"How many would ye think there would be of
them ?'' I asked.
story, Prestongrange is a Whig like j'oursel', so I'll say
the less of him ; aud, clod ! I believe he was the best
friend ye liad, if ye could ouly trust him. But Symon
Fraser and James More are my ain kind of cattle, and
I'll give them the name that they deserve. The
muckle black de'il was father to the Frasers, a'body
kens that ; and as for the Gregara, I never could abye
the reek of them since I could stotter on two feet. I
bloodied the nose of one, I mind, when I was still so
wambly on my legs that I cowped upon the top of him.
A i)roud man was my father that day, God rest him !
and I think he had the cause. Ill never can deny but
what Eobin was something of a piper," he added;
" but as for James More, the de'il guide him for me ! ''
"One thing we have to consider," said I. ''"Was
Charles Stewart right or wrong ? Is it only me they're
after, or the pair of us ? "
"And what's your ain opinion, you that's a man of
so much experience ? " said he.
" It passes me," said I.
" And me too," says Alan. "Do ye think this lass
would keep her word to ye?" he asked.
"I do that," said I.
" Well, there's nae telling," said he. " And any-
way, that's over and done : he'll be joined to the rest
of them lang syne."
"How many would ye think there would be of
them ?'' I asked.
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Written and printed matter > Books |
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Dates / events: |
1893 [Date published] Scotland History 18th century, 1701-1800 [Date/event in text] |
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North and Central America >
United States >
New York state >
New York
(county) [Place published] |
Subject / content: |
Adventure stories |
Person / organisation: |
Charles Scribner's Sons [Publisher] Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
Person / organisation: |
Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894 [Author] |
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