Them 'at says sic things, an', weel I ken you're meanin' Davit Lunan, hasna nae idea o' what humour is.

It's a think 'at spouts oot o' its ain accord.
Some of the maist humorous things I've ever said cam oot, as a body may say, by themsels." "I suppose that's the case," said T'nowhead, "an' yet it maun be you 'at brings them up ?" "There's no nae doubt aboot its bein' the case," said Tammas, "for I've watched mysel often.

There was a vara guid instance occurred sune after I married Easie.

The Earl's son met me one day, aboot that time, i' the Tenements, and he didna ken 'at Chirsty was deid, an' I'd married again.

'Well, Haggart,' he says, in his frank wy, 'and how is your wife ?' 'She's vara weel, sir,' I maks answer, 'but she's no the ane you mean.'" "Na, he meant Chirsty," said Hendry.
"Is that a' the story ?" asked T'nowhead.
Tammas had been looking at us queerly.
"There's no nane o' ye lauchin'," he said, "but I can assure ye the Earl's son gaed east the toon lauchin' like onything." "But what was't he lauched at ?" "Ou," said Tammas, "a humorist doesna tell whaur the humour comes in." "No, but when you said that, did you mean it to be humorous ?" "Am no sayin' I did, but as I've been tellin' ye, humour spouts oot by itsel." "Ay, but do ye ken noo what the Earl's son gaed awa lauchin' at ?" Tammas hesitated.
"I dinna exactly see't," he confessed, "but that's no an oncommon thing.