But by-and-by, that came to his ears that I have just told you; how the poor commons of Appin, the farmers and the crofters and the boumen, were wringing their very plaids to get a second rent, and send it over-seas for Ardshiel and his poor bairns.

What was it ye called it, when I told ye ?" "I called it noble, Alan," said I.
"And you little better than a common Whig!" cries Alan.

"But when it came to Colin Roy, the black Campbell blood in him ran wild.

He sat gnashing his teeth at the wine table.

What! should a Stewart get a bite of bread, and him not be able to prevent it?
Ah! Red Fox, if ever I hold you at a gun's end, the Lord have pity upon ye!" (Alan stopped to swallow down his anger.) "Well, David, what does he do?
He declares all the farms to let.