And to the boot of all that, Gilliewhackit said, that, be the evidence what it liked, if he had the luck to be on Donald's inquest, he would bring him in guilty of nothing whatever, unless it were wilful arson, or murder under trust.' With such bald and disjointed chat Evan went on, illustrating the existing state of the Highlands, more perhaps to the amusement of Waverley than that of our readers.

At length, after having marched over bank and brae, moss and heather, Edward, though not unacquainted with the Scottish liberality in computing distance, began to think that Evan's five miles were nearly doubled.

His observation on the large measure which the Scottish allowed of their land, in comparison to the computation of their money, was readily answered by Evan, with the old jest, The deil take them wha have the least pint stoup.' ['The Scotch are liberal in computing their land and liquor; the Scottish pint corresponds to two English quarts.

As for their coin, every one knows the couplet-- 'How can the rogues pretend to sense?
Their pound is only twenty pence.'] And now the report of a gun was heard, and a sportsman was seen, with his dogs and attendant, at the upper end of the glen.

'Shough,' said Dugald Mahony, 'tat's ta Chief.' 'It is not,' said Evan imperiously.