I cannot give it you, because it was my father's; but your drove follows ours, and I am content it should be in your keeping, not in mine .-- Will this do, Muhme ?" "It must," said the old woman--"that is, if the Lowlander is mad enough to carry the knife." The strong Westlandman laughed aloud.
"Goodwife," said he, "I am Hugh Morrison from Glenae, come of the Manly Morrisons of auld lang syne, that never took short weapon against a man in their lives.

And neither needed they.

They had their broadswords, and I have this bit supple"-- showing a formidable cudgel; "for dirking ower the board, I leave that to John Highlandman .-- Ye needna snort, none of you Highlanders, and you in especial, Robin.

I'll keep the bit knife, if you are feared for the auld spaewife's tale, and give it back to you whenever you want it." Robin was not particularly pleased with some part of Hugh Morrison's speech; but he had learned in his travels more patience than belonged to his Highland constitution originally, and he accepted the service of the descendant of the Manly Morrisons without finding fault with the rather depreciating manner in which it was offered.
"If he had not had his morning in his head, and been but a Dumfriesshire hog into the boot, he would have spoken more like a gentleman.

But you cannot have more of a sow than a grumph.