The leaves are withering fast on the trees, but she'll never see the Martinmas wind gar them dance in swirls like the fairy rings." "Ye waited on her for a quarter," said the paralytic woman, "and got twa red pieces, or I am far beguiled ?" "Ay, ay," answered Ailsie, with a bitter grin; "and Sir William Ashton promised me a bonny red gown to the boot o' that--a stake, and a chain, and a tar-barrel, lass! what think ye o' that for a propine ?--for being up early and doun late for fourscore nights and mair wi' his dwining daughter.

But he may keep it for his ain leddy, cummers." "I hae heard a sough," said Annie Winnie, "as if Leddy Ashton was nae canny body." "D'ye see her yonder," said Dame Gourlay, "as she prances on her grey gelding out at the kirkyard?
There's mair o' utter deevilry in that woman, as brave and fair-fashioned as she rides yonder, than in a' the Scotch withces that ever flew by moonlight ower North Berwick Law." "What's that ye say about witches, ye damned hags ?" said Johnie Mortheuch [Mortsheugh]; "are ye casting yer cantrips in the very kirkyard, to mischieve the bride and bridegroom?
Get awa' hame, for if I tak my souple t'ye, I'll gar ye find the road faster than ye wad like." "Hegh, sirs!" answered Ailsie Gourlay; "how bra' are we wi' our new black coat and our weel-pouthered head, as if we had never kenn'd hunger nor thirst oursells! and we'll be screwing up our bit fiddle, doubtless, in the ha' the night, amang a' the other elbo'-jiggers for miles round.
Let's see if the pins haud, Johnie--that's a', lad." "I take ye a' to witness, gude people," said Morheuch, "that she threatens me wi' mischief, and forespeaks me.

If ony thing but gude happens to me or my fiddle this night, I'll make it the blackest night's job she ever stirred in.

I'll hae her before presbytery and synod: I'm half a minister mysell, now that I'm a bedral in an inhabited parish." Although the mutual hatred betwixt these hags and the rest of mankind had steeled their hearts against all impressions of festivity, this was by no means the case with the multitude at large.

The splendour of the bridal retinue, the gay dresses, the spirited horses, the blythesome appearance of the handsome women and gallant gentlemen assembled upon the occasion, had the usual effect upon the minds of the populace.
The repeated shouts of "Ashton and Bucklaw for ever!" the discharge of pistols, guns, and musketoons, to give what was called the bridal shot, evinced the interest the people took in the occasion of the cavalcade, as they accompanied it upon their return to the castle.