“They might have given him a pair of old baucbels, if no better, to die in,” said the drover in the woman's ear.
“Ochanoch! and they might!” she said. “The darling! He lost his shoes in swimming Duglas Water to get clear, and they say he sent yesterday to his father for a pair, but they're not come. Queer, indeed, is that, for 'twas the brag of the folks he came of that they aye died with a good pair of shoon on their feet!”
CASTLE DARK.
YOU know Castle Dark, women?
“Well, we know the same, just man and blind!”
And you, my lads?
“None better, Paruig Dali; morning and night, in the moon and in the full white day!”
Then of Castle Dark is my story. Is the cruisie alight on the rafter? More peats, little one, on the fire.