There's a many ghaists and bogles about here." "I should have thought the country was too young for those gentry," said the Doctor.
"It's a young country, but there's been muckle wickedness done in it.
And what are those blacks do you think ?--next thing to devils--at all events they're no' exactly human." "Impish, decidedly," said the Doctor.

"Have you ever seen any ghosts, friend ?" "Ay! many.

A fortnight agone, come to-morrow, I saw the ghost of my wife's brother in broad day.

It was the time of the high wind ye mind of; and the rain drove so thick I could no see all my sheep at once.
And a man on a white horse came fleeing before the wind close past me; I knew him in a minute; it was my wife's brother, as I tell ye, that was hung fifteen years agone for sheep-stealing, and he wasn't so much altered as ye'd think." "Some one else like him!" suggested the Doctor.
"Deil a fear," replied the man, "for when I cried out and said, 'What, Col, lad! Gang hame, and lie in yer grave, and dinna trouble honest folk,' he turned and rode away through the rain, straight from me." "Well!" said the Doctor, "I partly agree with you that the land's bewitched.

I saw a man not two months ago who ought to have been dead five or six years at least.