"Sometimes on Sundays I go up the creek upon the Fair View side, and when I am over against the house I holloa.

Ephraim comes, in his boat and rows me across, and I stay for an hour.

They are strange folk, the Quakers.

In her sight and in that of her people I am as good a man as you.

'Friend Angus MacLean,' 'Friend Marmaduke Haward,'-- world's wealth and world's rank quite beside the question." He drank, and commended the wine.