He then laid down his spade, cast on his coat, and heartily offered to see the minister out of the moss, if he should lose the rest of the _day's dargue_.

Mr.Walker was able to requite him amply, in his opinion, by reciting the epitaph, which he remembered by heart.

The old man was enchanted with finding the memory of his grandfather or great-grandfather faithfully recorded amongst the names of brother sufferers; and rejecting all other offers of recompense, only requested, after he had guided Mr.Walker to a safe and dry road, that he would let him have a written copy of the inscription.
It was whilst I was listening to this story, and looking at the monument referred to, that I saw Old Mortality engaged in his daily task of cleaning and repairing the ornaments and epitaphs upon the tomb.

His appearance and equipment were exactly as described in the Novel.

I was very desirous to see something of a person so singular, and expected to have done so, as he took up his quarters with the hospitable and liberal-spirited minister.