To the south it's all Campbells, and no to be thought of.

To the north; well, there's no muckle to be gained by going north; neither for you, that wants to get to Queensferry, nor yet for me, that wants to get to France.

Well, then, we'll can strike east." "East be it!" says I, quite cheerily; but I was thinking in to myself: "O, man, if you would only take one point of the compass and let me take any other, it would be the best for both of us." "Well, then, east, ye see, we have the muirs," said Alan.

"Once there, David, it's mere pitch-and-toss.

Out on yon bald, naked, flat place, where can a body turn to?
Let the red-coats come over a hill, they can spy you miles away; and the sorrow's in their horses' heels, they would soon ride you down.