The Adventures of a Bagman 'Ye're punctual to time, Mr Brand,' said the voice of Amos.

'But losh! man, what have ye done to your breeks! And your buits?
Ye're no just very respectable in your appearance.' I wasn't.

The confounded rocks of the Coolin had left their mark on my shoes, which moreover had not been cleaned for a week, and the same hills had rent my jacket at the shoulders, and torn my trousers above the right knee, and stained every part of my apparel with peat and lichen.
I cast myself on the bank beside Amos and lit my pipe.

'Did you get my message ?' I asked.
'Ay.

It's gone on by a sure hand to the destination we ken of.