I'll learn ye what soommenses are." Looking at her with a look of lightning for a couple of seconds--"Aff wi' ye, gin you're wise," quo' Cursecowl, still cleaving away--"or I'll maybe bring ye in for the sheep's-head it was trying to make off with in its teeth.

Do ye understand that ?" And he gave a girn, that stretched his mouth from ear to ear.
This was too much for the subterranean daughter of Eve; it was like putting a red-hot poker among the coals of her own pit.

"Oh, ye incarnate cannibal!" she bawled out, doubling her nieve, and shaking it in Reuben's face; "If ye have a conscience at a', think black-burning shame o' yoursell! Just look, ye bluidy salvage; just take a look there, my bonny man, o' your handiwark now.

Isn't that very pretty ?"--"Aff wi' ye," continued Cursecowl, still cleaving away with the chopping-axe, and muttering a volley of curses through the knife, which he held between his teeth--"Aff wi' ye; and keep a calm sough." "The dog's no mine, or I wadna have cared sae muckle.

Siccan a like beast! Siccan a fright to be seen!!! I'faith I think shame to tak' it hame again!! Ay, man, ye're a pretty fellow! Ye've run fast when the noses were dealing; ye're a bonny man to hack off a poor dumb animal's tail.