“Well, what then?” asked Dr. Auld.
“Ou, I was carried far, far, far, and up, up, up, till I cam’ to heaven’s yett, whaur I chappit, an’ chappit, till at last an angel keeked out an’ said, ‘Wha are ye?’
“‘I’m puir Rab Hamilton,’ says I.
“‘Whaur are ye frae?’ says he.
“‘Frae the wicked toun o’ Ayr,’ says I.
“‘Hech, man,’ says the angel, ‘I’m glad to see ye here. I ken the place, but there’s naebody come this gate frae the toun o’ Ayr sin’ the year’” so and so (mentioning the year when Dr. Auld was inducted into the parish).
Finding Jock Amos busily engaged with a knife on a piece of wood one Sabbath day, Mr. Boston, the minister, approached him, and said, “John, can you tell me which is the Fourth Commandment?”
“I daresay, Mr. Boston, it’ll be the ane after the third,” was the reply.
“Can you repeat it?” asked the divine.
“I’m no sure aboot it,” answered Jock. “I ken it has some wheeram by the rest.”