Do you think I would like to see Rory and Jean Crawford packed off to Canada?
And there is young Hector, my foster-brother! And old Ailsa, your own foster-sister! Every Crawford has a right to a bite and a sup from the Crawford land." "That is a' bygane nonsense.

Your great-grandfather, if he wanted cattle or meal, could just take the clan and go and harry some Southern body out o' them.

That is beyond our power, and it's an unca charge to hae every Crawford looking to you when hunting and fishing fails.

They'll do fine in Canada.

There is grand hunting, and if they want fighting, doubtless there will be Indians.