"What is the callant greeting for ?" said he, as he stopped and surveyed me.

"Has ony body wrought ye ony harm ?" "Not that I know of," I replied, rather guessing at than understanding his question; "I was crying because I could not help it! I say, old one, what is the name of this river ?" "Hout! I now see what you was greeting at--at your ain ignorance, nae doubt--'tis very great! Weel, I will na fash you with reproaches, but even enlighten ye, since you seem a decent man's bairn, and you speir a civil question.

Yon river is called the Tweed; and yonder, over the brig, is Scotland.

Did ye never hear of the Tweed, my bonny man ?" "No," said I, as I rose from the grass, and proceeded to cross the bridge to the town at which we had arrived the preceding night; "I never heard of it; but now I have seen it, I shall not soon forget it!".