'Aweel, Tweedie had a dog--' The story I have forgotten; I dare say it was dull, and I suspect it was not true; but indeed, my travels with the drove rendered me indulgent, and perhaps even credulous, in the matter of dog stories.
Beautiful, indefatigable beings! as I saw them at the end of a long day's journey frisking, barking, bounding, striking attitudes, slanting a bushy tail, manifestly playing to the spectator's eye, manifestly rejoicing in their grace and beauty--and turned to observe Sim and Candlish unornamentally plodding in the rear with the plaids about their bowed shoulders and the drop at their snuffy nose--I thought I would rather claim kinship with the dogs than with the men! My sympathy was unreturned; in their eyes I was a creature light as air; and they would scarce spare me the time for a perfunctory caress or perhaps a hasty lap of the wet tongue, ere they were back again in sedulous attendance on those dingy deities, their masters--and their masters, as like as not, damning their stupidity.
Altogether the last hours of our tramp were infinitely the most agreeable to me, and I believe to all of us; and by the time we came to separate, there had grown up a certain familiarity and mutual esteem that made the parting harder.

It took place about four of the afternoon on a bare hillside from which I could see the ribbon of the great north road, henceforth to be my conductor.

I asked what was to pay.
'Naething,' replied Sim.
'What in the name of folly is this ?' I exclaimed.

'You have led me, you have fed me, you have filled me full of whisky, and now you will take nothing!' 'Ye see we indentit for that,' replied Sim.
'Indented ?' I repeated; 'what does the man mean ?' 'Mr.St.Ivy,' said Sim, 'this is a maitter entirely between Candlish and me and the auld wife, Gilchrist.

You had naething to say to it; weel, ye can have naething to do with it, then.' 'My good man,' said I, 'I can allow myself to be placed in no such ridiculous position.