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The Life of Mansie Wauch

CHAPTER XV
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It was a great and a grand sight; and made me turn from the looking at it into my own heart, causing me to think more and more of the glory of the Maker's handiworks, and less and less of the littleness of prideful man.

But Tammie had gotten his drappikie, and the tongue of the body would not lie still a moment; so he blethered on from one thing to another, as we jogged along, till I was forced at the last to give up thinking, and begin a twa-handed crack with him.
"Have you your snuff-box upon ye ?"--said Tammie.

"Gi'e me a pinch." Having given him the box, I observed to him, that "it was beginning to grow dark and dowie." "'Deed is't," said Tammie; "but a body can now scarcely meet on the road wi' ony think waur than themsell.

Mony a witch, de'il, and bogle, however, did my grannie see and hear tell of, that used to scud and scamper hereaway langsyne like maukins." "Witches!" quo' I.

"No, no Tammie, all these things are out of the land now; and muckle luck to them.


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