Lord, man, he sent Tam Hudson [Footnote: The real name of this veteran sportsman is now restored.] the keeper, and sicken a day as we had wi' the foumarts and the tods, and sicken a blythe gae-down as we had again e'en! Faith, that was a night!' 'I suppose game is very plenty with you ?' 'Plenty, man! I believe there's mair hares than sheep on my farm; and for the moor-fowl or the grey-fowl, they lie as thick as doos in a dookit.
Did ye ever shoot a blackcock, man ?' 'Really I had never even the pleasure to see one, except in the museum at Keswick.' 'There now! I could guess that by your Southland tongue.

It's very odd of these English folk that come here, how few of them has seen a blackcock! I'll tell you what--ye seem to be an honest lad, and if you'll call on me, on Dandy Dinmont, at Charlie's Hope, ye shall see a blackcock, and shoot a blackcock, and eat a blackcock too, man.' 'Why, the proof of the matter is the eating, to be sure, sir; and I shall be happy if I can find time to accept your invitation.' 'Time, man?
what ails ye to gae hame wi' me the now?
How d' ye travel ?' 'On foot, sir; and if that handsome pony be yours, I should find it impossible to keep up with you.' 'No, unless ye can walk up to fourteen mile an hour.

But ye can come ower the night as far as Riccarton, where there is a public; or if ye like to stop at Jockey Grieve's at the Heuch, they would be blythe to see ye, and I am just gaun to stop and drink a dram at the door wi' him, and I would tell him you're coming up.

Or stay--gudewife, could ye lend this gentleman the gudeman's galloway, and I'll send it ower the Waste in the morning wi' the callant ?' The galloway was turned out upon the fell, and was swear to catch.--'Aweel, aweel, there's nae help for't, but come up the morn at ony rate.

And now, gudewife, I maun ride, to get to the Liddel or it be dark, for your Waste has but a kittle character, ye ken yoursell.' 'Hout fie, Mr.Dinmont, that's no like you, to gie the country an ill name.