Wilson he said to Angus with a gay, bitter sneer, 'Ye'll fain swappit wi' me yet,' said he.

'He'll yoke wi' an unco weird.

Thy braw chiel 'ul tryste wi' th' hangman soon, I wat.' And Angus he was fair mad, I can tell ye, and he said to Wilson, 'Thoo stammerin' and yammerin' taistrel, thoo; I'll pluck a lock of thy threep.

Bring the warrant, wilt thoo?
Thoo savvorless and sodden clod-heed! I'll whip thee with the taws.

Slipe, I say, while thoo's weel--slipe!'" "And Angus would have done it, too, and not the first time nowther," said little Reuben, with a knowing shake of the head.
"Well, Matthew, what then ?" said Monsey.
"Weel, with that Angus he lifted up his staff, and Wilson shrieked oot afore he gat the blow.