It was badly built, and must have leaked like a sieve in a storm.

The father was a surly fellow, whose conversation was one long growl at the world, the high prices, the difficulty of moving his sheep, the meanness of his master, and the godforsaken character of Skye.

'Here's me no seen baker's bread for a month, and no company but a wheen ignorant Hielanders that yatter Gawlic.

I wish I was back in the Glenkens.

And I'd gang the morn if I could get paid what I'm awed.' However, he gave me supper--a braxy ham and oatcake, and I bought the remnants off him for use next day.