[The Antiquary by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookThe Antiquary CHAPTER EIGHTH 4/8
I think, having seen a' the braws yonder, and finding out ane may be happier without them, has made me proud o' my ain lot--But I wuss it bode me gude, for pride goeth before destruction.
At ony rate, the warst barn e'er man lay in wad be a pleasanter abode than Glenallan House, wi' a' the pictures and black velvet, and silver bonny-wawlies belonging to it-- Sae I'll e'en settle at ance, and put in for Ailie Sims." As the old man descended the hill above the little hamlet to which he was bending his course, the setting sun had relieved its inmates from their labour, and the young men, availing themselves of the fine evening, were engaged in the sport of long-bowls on a patch of common, while the women and elders looked on.
The shout, the laugh, the exclamations of winners and losers, came in blended chorus up the path which Ochiltree was descending, and awakened in his recollection the days when he himself had been a keen competitor, and frequently victor, in games of strength and agility.
These remembrances seldom fail to excite a sigh, even when the evening of life is cheered by brighter prospects than those of our poor mendicant.
"At that time of day," was his natural reflection, "I would have thought as little about ony auld palmering body that was coming down the edge of Kinblythemont, as ony o' thae stalwart young chiels does e'enow about auld Edie Ochiltree." He was, however, presently cheered, by finding that more importance was attached to his arrival than his modesty had anticipated.
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