I'll gie ye the lend of some of our Jamie's clubs, and it's no way at a' to the links," Secretly I had nae doot o' my bein' able to hit a little wee ball like them we'd found so far as was needful.

I thought the gowf wad be easier than digging for coal wi' a pick.

So oot we set, carryin' our sticks, and ready to mak' a name for ourselves in a new way.
Syne Mac had said he could play a little, I told him he must take the honor and drive off.

He did no look sae grateful as he should ha' done, but he agreed, at last.
"Noo, Harry, stand weel back, man, and watch where this ball lichts.
Keep your een well doon the coorse, man." He began to swing as if he meant to murder the wee ba', and I strained my een.

I heard him strike, and I looked awa' doon the coorse, as he had bid me do.