He bade me look over into a field, about the middle of which were some wooden railings round the black gaping mouth of a coal- pit.

"Div ye see that dark bit owre yonder amang the green clover, wi' the sticks about it ?" asked Tammie.
"Yes," said I; "and what for ?" "Weel, do you ken," quo' Tammie, "that has been a weary place to mair than ane.

Twa-three year ago, some o' the collyer bodies were choked to death down below wi' a blast of foul air; and a pour o' orphan weans they left behint them on the cauldrife parish.

But ye'll mind Hornem, the sherry-officer wi' the thrawn shouther ?" "Ou, bravely; I believe he came to some untimeous end hereaway about ?" "Just in that spat," answered Tammie.

"He was a drucken, blustering chield, as ye mind; fearing neither man nor de'il, and living a wild, wicked, regardless life; but, puir man, that couldna aye last.