Ye can ride like a jockey and drive like a Jehu, and there's no your equal in these parts with a gun or a fishing-rod.

Forbye, I would rather walk ae mile on the hill wi' ye than twae, for ye gang up a brae-face like a mawkin! God! There's no a single man's trade that ye're no brawly fitted for.

And then ye've a heap o' book-lear that folk learned ye away about England, though I cannot speak muckle on that, no being a jidge." Lewis grinned at the portraiture.

"You do me proud.

But let's talk about serious things.