"I am uncertain of the road in this weather, and come to beg direction." "You left the road three miles back," she said.
"But I am for crossing the moors," I said.
She pushed back her hood and looked at me with laughing eyes, I saw how dark those eyes were, and how raven black her wandering curls of hair.
"You have come to the right place," she cried.

"I can direct you as well as any Jock or Sandy about the town.

Where are you going to ?" I said Kirknewton for my night's lodging.
"Then march to the right, up by yon planting, till you come to the Howe Burn.

Follow it to the top, and cross the hill above its well-head.

The wind is blowing from the east, so keep it on your right cheek.