"English, writing, and arithmetic."
"Can you write pretty well?"
"Ou ay, sir—middlin."
"Count?"
"Ay—middlin, too, sir."
"That's a clever fellow. How should you like, now, to go abroad, and see the world? How should you like to go where you have just now sent these ships?"
"It's mysel, sir, wad like it weel," said the boy, his sharp, intelligent little eye brightening with the idea; "but my faither couldna want me for herdin the cows, and helpin him wi' his peats."
"Where does your father live, my boy?" inquired Mr M'Donald.
"At the Ferry o' Bunaw, sir."
It was within half-a-mile of the house to which the latter was just going, and where he intended stopping for a few days, previous to his leaving the country for good and all.