In troth, says I to him, an that be the case, Davie, I am misdoubting"-- "An almanac! an almanac!" said Oldbuck, starting up in great alarm--"not that bauble!" flinging away a little pocket almanac which his niece offered him.--"Great God! my poor dear Miss Isabella!--Fetch me instantly the Fairport Almanac."-- It was brought, consulted, and added greatly to his agitation.

"I'll go myself--call the gardener and ploughman--bid them bring ropes and ladders--bid them raise more help as they come along--keep the top of the cliffs, and halloo down to them--I'll go myself." "What is the matter ?" inquired Miss Oldbuck and Miss M'Intyre.
"The tide!--the tide!" answered the alarmed Antiquary.
"Had not Jenny better--but no, I'll run myself," said the younger lady, partaking in all her uncle's terrors--"I'll run myself to Saunders Mucklebackit, and make him get out his boat." "Thank you, my dear, that's the wisest word that has been spoken yet--Run! run!--To go by the sands!" seizing his hat and cane; "was there ever such madness heard of!".