She regulated her own prices, and made her own rules.

If you objected to her prices, and revolted from her rules, you were free to go.

In other words, you were free to cast yourself, in the capacity of houseless wanderer, on the scanty mercy of a Scotch wilderness.

The village of Craig Fernie was a collection of hovels.

The country about Craig Fernie, mountain on one side and moor on the other, held no second house of public entertainment, for miles and miles round, at any point of the compass.