"A herd's job is no for the likes o' you.

But there's better wark waiting for ye than poalitics.
It's a beggar's trade after a', and far better left to bagman bodies like yon Stocks.

It's a puir thing for sac proper a man as you." "But what can I do ?" cried Lewis in despair.

"I have no profession.

I am useless." "Useless! Ye are a grand judge o' sheep and nowt, and ye ken a horse better than ony couper.