John the Baptist and his cousins, with the wool and hyssop, are for mares, and ailing dogs, and fowls that have the jaundice.

Look at me now, Mother Melldrum, am I like a fool ?' 'That thou art, my son.

Alas that it were any other! Now behold the end of that; John Ridd, mark the end of it.' She pointed to the castle-rock, where upon a narrow shelf, betwixt us and the coming stars, a bitter fight was raging.

A fine fat sheep, with an honest face, had clomb up very carefully to browse on a bit of juicy grass, now the dew of the land was upon it.

To him, from an upper crag, a lean black goat came hurrying, with leaps, and skirmish of the horns, and an angry noise in his nostrils.