The bare land and the barren mountains was the country of the Crawfords.

He had a fixed idea that it always had been theirs, and whenever he told himself--as he did this night--that so many acres of old Scotland were actually his own, he was aggressively a Scotchman.
"It is a bonnie bit o' land," he murmured, "and I hae done as my father Laird Archibald told me.

If we should meet in another warld I'll be able to gie a good account o' Crawford and Traquare.

It is thirty years to-night since he gave me the ring off his finger, and said, 'Alexander, I am going the way o' all flesh; be a good man, and _grip tight_.' I hae done as he bid me; there is L80,000 in the Bank o' Scotland, and every mortgage lifted.

I am vera weel pleased wi' mysel' to-night.