I wot, there has been nane stirred in the Waste since Sawney Culloch, the travelling-merchant, that Rowley Overdees and Jock Penny suffered for at Carlisle twa years since.

There's no ane in Bewcastle would do the like o' that now; we be a' true folk now.' 'Ay, Tib, that will be when the deil's blind; and his een's no sair yet.
But hear ye, gudewife, I have been through maist feck o' Galloway and Dumfries-shire, and I have been round by Carlisle, and I was at the Staneshiebank Fair the day, and I would like ill to be rubbit sae near hame, so I'll take the gate.' 'Hae ye been in Dumfries and Galloway ?' said the old dame who sate smoking by the fireside, and who had not yet spoken a word.
'Troth have I, gudewife, and a weary round I've had o't.' 'Then ye'll maybe ken a place they ca' Ellangowan ?' 'Ellangowan, that was Mr.Bertram's?
I ken the place weel eneugh.

The Laird died about a fortnight since, as I heard.' 'Died!' said the old woman, dropping her pipe, and rising and coming forward upon the floor--'died?
are you sure of that ?' 'Troth, am I,' said Dinmont, 'for it made nae sma' noise in the country-side.

He died just at the roup of the stocking and furniture; it stoppit the roup, and mony folk were disappointed.

They said he was the last of an auld family too, and mony were sorry; for gude blude's scarcer in Scotland than it has been.' 'Dead!' replied the old woman, whom our readers have already recognised as their acquaintance Meg Merrilies--'dead! that quits a' scores.