"Here's a bit o' luck! Here's the week frae September fifteenth on next year when I've no dates!" "Aye, Harry," he'll answer me.

"D'ye no remember?
We'll be on the ocean then, bound for America.

That's why there's no dates that week." But the time will be coming soon when I can stop and rest and tak' life easy.

'Twill no be as happy a time as I'd dreamed it micht be.
His mither and I had looked forward to settling doon when ma work was done, wi' my boy John living nearby.

I bought my farm at Dunoon that he micht ha' a place o' his ain to tak' his wife tae when he married her, and where his bairns could be brought up as bairns should be, wi' glen and hill to play wi'.