I'll speak to Johnnie Goodsire, the weaver at the Castletown, the morn.

Fare ye weel, sir! and may ye be just as happy yoursell as ye like to see a' body else; and that would be a sair wish to some folk.' I must not omit to mention that our traveller left his trusty attendant Wasp to be a guest at Charlie's Hope for a season.

He foresaw that he might prove a troublesome attendant in the event of his being in any situation where secrecy and concealment might be necessary.

He was therefore consigned to the care of the eldest boy, who promised, in the words of the old song, that he should have A bit of his supper, a bit of his bed, and that he should be engaged in none of those perilous pastimes in which the race of Mustard and Pepper had suffered frequent mutilation.

Brown now prepared for his journey, having taken a temporary farewell of his trusty little companion.
There is an odd prejudice in these hills in favour of riding.