A strange place this to come to and think of William Wallace.
_David Haggart_.

Why so?
Is not his tower just beneath our feet?
_Myself_.

You mean the auld ruin by the side of the Nor Loch--the ugly stane bulk, from the foot of which flows the spring into the dyke where the watercresses grow?
_David Haggart_.

Just sae, Geordie.
_Myself_.

And why were ye thinking of him?
The English hanged him long since, as I have heard say.
_David Haggart_.