But then there is many a man who may be as cood a gentleman at the bottom as my worthy friend Sir Bingo, though it may be that he is poor; and if he is poor--and as if it might be my own case, or that of this honest gentleman, Mr.Tirl--is that a reason or a law, that he is not to keep a prute of a tog, to help him to take his sports and his pleasures?
and if he has not a stable or a kennel to put the crature into, must he not keep it in his pit of ped-room, or upon his parlour hearth, seeing that Luckie Dods would make the kitchen too hot for the paist--and so, if Mr.Tirl finds a setter more fitter for his purpose than a pointer, by Cot, I know no law against it, else may I never die the black death." If this oration appear rather long for the occasion, the reader must recollect that Captain MacTurk had in all probability the trouble of translating it from the periphrastic language of Ossian, in which it was originally conceived in his own mind.
The Man of Law replied to the Man of Peace, "Ye are mistaken for ance in your life, Captain, for there is a law against setters; and I will undertake to prove them to be the 'lying dogs,' which are mentioned in the auld Scots statute, and which all and sundry are discharged to keep, under a penalty of"---- Here the Captain broke in, with a very solemn mien and dignified manner--"By Cot! Master Meiklewham, and I shall be asking what you mean by talking to me of peing mistaken, and apout lying togs, sir--because I would have you to know, and to pelieve, and to very well consider, that I never was mistaken in my life, sir, unless it was when I took you for a gentleman." "No offence, Captain," said Mr.Meiklewham; "dinna break the wand of peace, man, you that should be the first to keep it .-- He is as cankered," continued the Man of Law, apart to his patron, "as an auld Hieland terrier, that snaps at whatever comes near it--but I tell you ae thing, St.Ronan's, and that is on saul and conscience, that I believe this is the very lad Tirl, that I raised a summons against before the justices--him and another hempie--in your father's time, for shooting on the Spring-well-head muirs." "The devil you did, Mick!" replied the Lord of the Manor, also aside;--"Well, I am obliged to you for giving me some reason for the ill thoughts I had of him--I knew he was some trumpery scamp--I'll blow him, by"---- "Whisht--stop--hush--haud your tongue, St.Ronan's,--keep a calm sough--ye see, I intended the process, by your worthy father's desire, before the Quarter Sessions--but I ken na--The auld sheriff-clerk stood the lad's friend--and some of the justices thought it was but a mistake of the marches, and sae we couldna get a judgment--and your father was very ill of the gout, and I was feared to vex him, and so I was fain to let the process sleep, for fear they had been assoilzied .-- Sae ye had better gang cautiously to wark, St.Ronan's, for though they were summoned, they were not convict." "Could you not take up the action again ?" said Mr.Mowbray.
"Whew! it's been prescribed sax or seeven year syne.

It is a great shame, St.Ronan's, that the game laws, whilk are the very best protection that is left to country gentlemen against the encroachment of their inferiors, rin sae short a course of prescription--a poacher may just jink ye back and forward like a flea in a blanket, (wi' pardon)--hap ye out of ae county and into anither at their pleasure, like pyots--and unless ye get your thum-nail on them in the very nick o' time, ye may dine on a dish of prescription, and sup upon an absolvitor." "It is a shame indeed," said Mowbray, turning from his confident and agent, and addressing himself to the company in general, yet not without a peculiar look directed to Tyrrel.
"What is a shame, sir ?" said Tyrrel, conceiving that the observation was particularly addressed to him.
"That we should have so many poachers upon our muirs, sir," answered St.
Ronan's.

"I sometimes regret having countenanced the Well here, when I think how many guns it has brought on my property every season." "Hout fie! hout awa, St.Ronan's!" said his Man of Law; "no countenance the Waal?
What would the country-side be without it, I would be glad to ken?
It's the greatest improvement that has been made on this country since the year forty-five.

Na, na, it's no the Waal that's to blame for the poaching and delinquencies on the game.

We maun to the Aultoun for the howf of that kind of cattle.