Small wonder, with never a gun or a sword left from Cantyre to Cape Wrath, but what tenty* folk have hidden in their thatch! But what I would like to ken, David, is just how long?
Not long, ye would think, with men like Ardshiel in exile and men like the Red Fox sitting birling the wine and oppressing the poor at home.

But it's a kittle thing to decide what folk'll bear, and what they will not.

Or why would Red Colin be riding his horse all over my poor country of Appin, and never a pretty lad to put a bullet in him ?" * Careful.
And with this Alan fell into a muse, and for a long time sate very sad and silent.
I will add the rest of what I have to say about my friend, that he was skilled in all kinds of music, but principally pipe-music; was a well-considered poet in his own tongue; had read several books both in French and English; was a dead shot, a good angler, and an excellent fencer with the small sword as well as with his own particular weapon.
For his faults, they were on his face, and I now knew them all.

But the worst of them, his childish propensity to take offence and to pick quarrels, he greatly laid aside in my case, out of regard for the battle of the round-house.

But whether it was because I had done well myself, or because I had been a witness of his own much greater prowess, is more than I can tell.