If John kept aye as gude company he wouldna be like to bring my gray hairs wi' sorrow to the grave." John did not answer this remark until they had pushed well off from the sleeping town, then he replied fretfully, "Yes, what mother says is true enough; but a man goes into the warld.

A' the fingers are not alike, much less one's friends.

How can a' be gude ?" "To speak from the heart, John, wha is it ?" "Ragon Torr.

Thou knows we hae sat i' the same boat an' drawn the same nets for three years; he is gude an' bad, like ither folk." "Keep gude company, my brother, an' thou wilt aye be counted ane o' them.

When Ragon is gude he is ower gude, and when he is bad he is just beyont kenning." "Can a man help the kin he comes o'?
Have not his forbears done for centuries the vera same way?
Naething takes a Norseman frae his bed or his cup but some great deed o' danger or profit; but then wha can fight or wark like them ?" "Christ doesna ask a man whether he be Norse or Scot.