Ca' hooly, sirs, as ye, wad win an auld man's blessing!--mind there's naebody below now to haud the gy--Hae a care o' the Cat's-lug corner--bide weel aff Crummie's-horn!" "Have a care indeed," echoed Oldbuck.

"What! is it my rara avis--my black swan--my phoenix of companions in a post-chaise ?--take care of him, Mucklebackit." "As muckle care as if he were a graybeard o' brandy; and I canna take mair if his hair were like John Harlowe's .-- Yo ho, my hearts! bowse away with him!" Lovel did, in fact, run a much greater risk than any of his precursors.
His weight was not sufficient to render his ascent steady amid such a storm of wind, and he swung like an agitated pendulum at the mortal risk of being dashed against the rocks.

But he was young, bold, and active, and, with the assistance of the beggar's stout piked staff, which he had retained by advice of the proprietor, contrived to bear himself from the face of the precipice, and the yet more hazardous projecting cliffs which varied its surface.

Tossed in empty space, like an idle and unsubstantial feather, with a motion that agitated the brain at once with fear and with dizziness, he retained his alertness of exertion and presence of mind; and it was not until he was safely grounded upon the summit of the cliff, that he felt temporary and giddy sickness.

As he recovered from a sort of half swoon, he cast his eyes eagerly around.
The object which they would most willingly have sought, was already in the act of vanishing.