So incongruous was his costume that I could never tell whether kilt or trousers was the original foundation upon which it had been constructed.

To his tatters add the bits of old ribbon, list, and coloured rag which he attached to his pipes wherever there was room, and you will see that he looked all flags and pennons--a moving grove of raggery, out of which came the screaming chant and drone of his instrument.

When he danced, he was like a whirlwind that had caught up the contents of an old-clothes-shop.

It is no wonder that he should have produced in our minds an indescribable mixture of awe and delight--awe, because no one could tell what he might do next, and delight because of his oddity, agility, and music.

The first sensation was always a slight fear, which gradually wore off as we became anew accustomed to the strangeness of the apparition.