'And ye'll hae ridden a lang way the day, it may weel be?'
'Sae lang, that I could weel tak a dram,'
'Gudewife, bring the gill stoup.'
Here some compliments passed, fitting the occasion, when my host of the Golden Candlestick, having, as he thought, opened his guest's heart by this hospitable propitiation, resumed his scrutiny.
'Ye'll no hae mickle better whisky than that aboon the Pass?'
'I am nae frae aboon the Pass.'
'Ye're a Highlandman by your tongue?'
'Na; I am but just Aberdeen-a-way.'
'And did your master come frae Aberdeen wi' you?'
'Aye—that's when I left it mysell,' answered the cool and impenetrable Callum Beg.