I wad let onybody do the like o't to me for a pint o' brandy.

But Willie's lowland bred, poor fallow, and soon frighted for himsell--And, for the worricows, were we to meet ane on this very bit--" "As is not unlikely," said young Earnscliff, "for there stands your old witch, Hobbie." "I say," continued Elliot, as if indignant at this hint--"I say, if the auld carline hersell was to get up out o' the grund just before us here, I would think nae mair--But, gude preserve us, Earnscliff; what can yon, be!".