The "foo," "far," "fat," and "fan" of the Angus dialect have been changed into the more classic "hoo," "whaur," &c.; otherwise the sketches remain in the form in which they have gained quite an unexpected popularity amongst Scottish readers both at home and abroad.

ARBROATH, N.B.,
April, 1889.

CONTENTS.

I. [SANDY SWAPS HIS POWNEY]
II. [SANDY STARTS TO STUDY GEOMETRY]
III. [SANDY AND THE DINNER BELL]
IV. [A TALK ABOUT HEAVEN]
V. [MISTRESS MIKAVER'S TEA PARTY]
VI. [SANDY'S SECOND LESSON IN GEOMETRY]
VII. [SANDY'S MAGIC LANTERN EXHIBITION]
VIII. [SANDY AND THE RHUBARB TART]
IX. [THE GREAT STORM OF NOVEMBER, 1893]
X. [SANDY AND HIS FAIRNTICKLES]
XI. [SANDY STANDS "EMPIRE" AT A CRICKET MATCH]
XII. [A DREADFUL DISASTER IN THE GARRET]
XIII. [SANDY AND BAWBIE'S SPRING HOLIDAY]
XIV. [LOVE AND WAR]
XV. [SANDY MAKES A SPEECH]
XVI. [SANDY'S CHRISTMAS PRESENT]
XVII. [AT THE SELECT CHOIR'S CONCERT]
XVIII. [SANDY RUNS A RACE]
XIX. [SANDY REVENGED]
XX. [SANDY'S APOLOGIA]

MY MAN SANDY.

I

SANDY SWAPS HIS POWNEY.

He's a queer cratur, my man Sandy! He's made, mind an' body o' him, on an original plan a'thegither. He says an' does a' mortal thing on a system o' his ain; Gairner Winton often says that if Sandy had been in the market-gardenin' line, he wudda grown his cabbage wi' the stocks aneth the ground, juist to lat them get the fresh air aboot their ruits. It's juist his wey, you see. I wudna winder to see him some day wi' Donal' yokit i' the tattie-cairt wi' his heid ower the fore-end o't, an' the hurdles o' him whaur his heid shud be. I've heard Sandy say that he had an idea that a horse cud shuve far better than poo; an' when Sandy ance gets an idea intil his heid, there's some beast or body has to suffer for't afore he gets redd o't. If there's a crank wey o' doin' onything Sandy will find it oot. For years he reg'larly flang the stable key ower the gate efter he'd brocht oot Donal' an' the cairt. When he landit hame again, he climbed the gate for the key, an' syne climbed ower again an' opened it frae the ootside. He michta carried the key in his pooch; but onybody cudda dune that! But, as I was sayin', it's juist his wey.

"It's juist the shape original sin's ta'en in Sandy's case," the Gairner said when the Smith an' him were discussin' the subject.