Gin I cud jist get the middle half-pint oot o' the hert o' a hogsheid o' sperm ile, I wad I sud keep a' yer watches gaein like the verra universe.

But it wad be an ill thing for me, ye ken.

Sae maybe a' thing's for the best efter a' .-- Noo, ye see, i' this het weather, the ile keeps fine an' saft, and disna clog the warks .-- But losh preserves a'! What's that ?" Staring up the street towards the sunset, which coloured all their faces a red bronze, stood a group of townsfolk, momently increasing, from which, before Wattie's party could reach it, burst a general explosion of laughter.

It was some moments, however, before they understood what was the matter, for the great mild sun shone full in their eyes.

At length they saw, as if issuing from the huge heavy orb, a long dark line, like a sea-serpent of a hundred joints, coming down the street towards them, and soon discovered that it was a slow procession of animals.