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Page 300 - ... Their habit is shoes with but one sole apiece ; stockings (which they call short hose) made of a warm stuff of divers colours, which they call tartan : as for breeches, many of them, nor their forefathers never wore any, but a jerkin of the same stuff that their hose is of, their garters being bands or wreaths of hay or straw, with a plaid about their shoulders, which is a mantle of divers colours, of much finer and lighter stuff than their hose, with blue flat caps on their heads, a handkerchief...
Page 284 - ... is a rude monument over his resting-place, on which a grotesque figure of Donald is cut, in which he is represented as drawing his bow and killing a deer. There is also an inscription, bearing date 1623, the year of his death. It runs as follows : — " Donald Makmarchor Hier lyis lo, vas il to hig Friend, Var to his Fo : True to his Maister in Veird And Vo.
Page 304 - ... but in cold weather is large enough to wrap round the whole body from head to feet ; and this often is their only cover, not only within doors, but on the open hills during the whole night. It is frequently...
Page 289 - Jack (quoth his father) how shall I ease take? If I stand, my legs ache; and if I kneel My knees ache; if I go, then my feet ache; If I lie, my back ach'th ; if I sit, I feel My hips ache; and lean I never so weel, My elbows ache.
Page 220 - ... Genealogical History of the Earls of Sutherland," being in reality the most wonderful collection of legends and stirring highland tales in existence, positively boils over with excitement when he touches on the " vert and venaison" of his native country. "All these forests and schases are verie profitable for feeding of bestiall, and delectable for hunting. They are full of reid deer and roes, woulffs, foxes, wyld catts, brocks, skuyrells, whittrets, weasels, otters, martrixes, hares, and foumarts....
Page 230 - Poison instinctively threw himself forward on the wolf, and succeeded in catching a firm hold of the animal's long and bushy tail, just as the fore part of the body was within the narrow entrance of the cavern. He had, unluckily, placed his gun against a rock when aiding the boys in their descent, and could not now reach it. Without apprising the lads below of their imminent peril, the stout hunter kept a firm...
Page 18 - Forward, Forward," lost within a growing gloom; Lost, or only heard in silence from the silence of a tomb. Half the marvels of my morning, triumphs over time and space, Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace! "Forward" rang the voices then, and of the many mine was one. Let us hush this cry of "Forward" till ten thousand years have gone.
Page 260 - Whether the present inhabitants be the descendants of Scandinavian settlers, or of Celtic tribes driven out of their own country by increasing waves of pure Scandinavianism, the former visited the country often enough, and left their names on many a sculptured stone, and on the more endurable monuments of valleys and rivers. Does not Helms-dale sound like a name in an Edda ? and is not Lax-fiord, the bay of the salmon, the paradise of the salmon-fisher to this day ? If Sir Thomas Brown is correct...
Page 135 - Todgers could do it when she chose!' Really, joking apart, one of the handsomest and the best built men I have ever seen. As for his manners, they are as perfect as those of the Vandyke would have been. I have never met with a more thorough gentleman, quiet, calm, and self-possessed, full of memories of strange adventures, yet never thrusting them too prominently forward, but telling them with a quiet earnestness which gives to them a far greater reality than any highly-wrought description could...