Why, my dear son, if a' goes weel--and it's sure to--we'll be rich enough in a few years to put in our claim for the old Earldom o' Crawford, and you may tak your seat in the House o' Peers yet.

The old chevalier promised us a Dukedom," he said sadly, "but I'm feared that will be aboon our thumb--" "Father, what are you going to do with the clansmen?
Do you think Highlandmen who have lived on the mountains are going to dig coal?
Do you imagine that these men, who, until a generation or two ago, never handled anything but a claymore, and who even now scorn to do aught but stalk deer or spear salmon, will take a shovel and a pickaxe and labor as coal-miners?
There is not a Crawford among them who would do it.

I would despise him if he did." "There is a glimmer o' good sense in what you say, Colin.

I dinna intend any Crawford to work in my coal mine.

Little use they would be there.