As to his face, lo and behold! the moon shining in the Nor-west--yea, the sun blazing in all his glory--had not a more crimson aspect than Reuben.

Like the pig-eyed Chinese folk on tea-cups, his peepers were diminutive and twinkling; but his nose made up for them--and that it did--being portly in all its dimensions broad and long, and as to colour, liker a radish than any other production in nature.

In short, he was as bonny a figure as ever man of woman born clapped eye on; and was cleaving away, most devoutly, at a side of black-faced mutton, when the woman, as I said before, cried out, "Hollo! you man, do ye ken onything about that ?" pointing to the dumb animal that crawled and crouched behind her.
"Aweel, what o't ?" cried Cursecowl, still hacking and cleaving away at the meat.
"What o't?
i' faith, billy, that's a gude ane," answered the wife.

"But ye'll no get aff that way; catch me, my man.

My name's no Jenny Mathieson an I haena ye afore your betters.