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a'll a've aboot afore aifter anither Annie auld awfu bairns Bell Burnbrae canna coorse cudna deith didna dinna disna Div ye doctor dogcart doon doot drifts Drums Drumsheugh Drumtochty dune Dunleith face fouk frae gaein gang Glen Urtach gude haena hand heard hert heugh Hielan HIGHLAND FLING Hillocks himsel hoose Hopps horse IAN MACLAREN ill hae intae Jamie Soutar Jess juist kent Kildrummie Kilspindie kirkyard laist lass luve MacLure mair masel maun meenut micht hae mither mony mornin muckle Muirtown naethin neeburs never onything ower Paitrick puir road Sabbath Sandy Stewart Saunders snow sune tae keep tae say Tammas Mitchell thae there's nae thocht Tochty tribble verra wark weel Weelum wesna wife William MacLure withoot wud hae wudna wull wumman ye ill ye ken ye're ye've yersel
Page 79 - Glen, and th'ill be some engineerin' afore we get tae oor destination." Four times they left the road and took their way over fields, twice they forced a passage through a slap in a dyke, thrice they used gaps in the paling which MacLure had made on his downward journey. " A' seleckit the road this mornin', an' a' ken the depth tae an inch ; we 'ill get through this steadin' here tae the main road, but oor worst job 'ill be crossin
Page 87 - MacLure leant forward in his seat, a rein in each hand, and his eyes fixed on Hillocks, who was now standing up to the waist in the water, shouting directions and cheering on horse and driver. " Haud tae the richt, doctor; there's a hole yonder. Keep oot o't for ony sake. That's it ; yir daein
Page 210 - Friends of Drumtochty, it would not be right that we should part in silence and no man say what is in every heart. We have buried the remains of one that served this Glen with a devotion that has known no reserve, and a kindliness that never failed, for more than forty years. I have seen many brave men in my day, but no man in the trenches of Sebastopol carried himself more knightly than William MacLure. You will never have heard from his lips what I may tell you to-day, that my father secured for...
Page 62 - Ye needna plead wi' me, Tammas, to dae the best a' can for yir wife. Man, a' kent her lang afore ye ever luved her; a' brocht her intae the warld, and a' saw her through the fever when she wes a bit lassikie; a...
Page 34 - warstle " through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters without a touch of rheumatism. But they, were honorable scars, and for such risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields. MacLure got nothing but the secret affection of the Glen, which knew that none had ever done one-tenth as much for it as this ungainly, twisted, battered figure, and I have seen a Drumtochty face soften at the sight of MacLure limping to his horse.
Page 212 - asked Jamie Soutar eagerly. " The old man, now very feeble, stood in the middle of the road, and his face, once so hard, was softened into a winsome tenderness : " ' " Come, ye blessed of My Father ... I was sick, and ye visited Me.
Page 62 - A' never kent till that meenut hoo he hed a share in a'body's grief, an' carried the heaviest wecht o' a* the Glen. A' peetied him wi' Tammas lookin' at him sae wistfully, as if he hed the keys o' life an' deith in his hands. But he wes honest, and wudna hold oot a false houp tae deceive a sore hert or win escape for himsel'." " Ye needna plead wi' me, Tammas, to dae the best a' can for yir wife. Man, a' kent her lang afore ye ever luved her ; a
Page 87 - Hielan' ford is a kittle (hazardous) road in the snaw time, but ye 're safe noo. "Gude luck tae ye up at Westerton, sir; nane but a richt-hearted man wud hae riskit the Tochty in flood. Ye 're boond tae succeed aifter sic a graund beginnin...
Page 30 - ... honest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist bones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations across two fields, he suggested the moor rather than the drawing-room. But what a clever hand it was in an operation — as delicate as a woman's! and what a kindly voice it was in the humble room where the shepherd's wife was weeping by her man's bedside ! He was
Page 28 - Urtach when the feeders of the threshing mill caught young Burnbrae, and how he only stopped to change horses at his house, and galloped all the way to Burnbrae, and flung himself off his horse and amputated the arm, and saved the lad's life. "You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour," said Jamie Soutar, who had been at the threshing, "an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying as white as deith on the floor o...