'Fish, quo' he! Fish! Your een are fu' o' fatness, man; your heid dozened wi' carnal leir.

Fish! it's a bogle!' He spoke with great vehemence, as though angry; and perhaps I was not very willing to be put down so shortly, for young men are disputatious.
At least I remember I retorted hotly, crying out upon childish superstitions.
'And ye come frae the College!' sneered Uncle Gordon.

'Gude kens what they learn folk there; it's no muckle service onyway.

Do ye think, man, that there's naething in a' yon saut wilderness o' a world oot wast there, wi' the sea grasses growin', an' the sea beasts fechtin', an' the sun glintin' down into it, day by day?
Na; the sea's like the land, but fearsomer.

If there's folk ashore, there's folk in the sea--deid they may be, but they're folk whatever; and as for deils, there's nane that's like the sea deils.