Horse-road and foot-path, parish-road and kirk-road, high-road and cross-road, he kens ilka foot of ground in Nithsdale.' 'Aye, ye might have said in braid Scotland, gudewife,' added the fiddler.

'But gang your ways, Maggie, that's the first wise word ye hae spoke the day.

I wish it was dark night, and rain, and wind, for the gentleman's sake, that I might show him there is whiles when ane had better want een than have them; for I am as true a guide by darkness as by daylight.' Internally as well pleased that my companion was not put to give me this last proof of his skill, I wrote a note with a pencil, desiring Samuel to bring my horses at midnight, when I thought my frolic would be wellnigh over, to the place to which the bearer should direct him, and I sent little Benjie with an apology to the worthy Quakers.
As we parted in different directions, the good woman said, 'Oh, sir, if ye wad but ask Willie to tell ye ane of his tales to shorten the gate! He can speak like ony minister frae the pu'pit, and he might have been a minister himsell, but'-- 'Haud your tongue, ye fule!' said Willie,--'But stay, Meg--gie me a kiss, ne maunna part in anger, neither.'-- And thus our society separated.
[It is certain that in many cases the blind have, by constant exercise of their other organs, learned to overcome a defect which one would think incapable of being supplied.

Every reader must remember the celebrated Blind Jack of Knaresborough, who lived by laying out roads.] LETTER XI THE SAME TO THE SAME You are now to conceive us proceeding in our different directions across the bare downs.

Yonder flies little Benjie to the northward with Hemp scampering at his heels, both running as if for dear life so long as the rogue is within sight of his employer, and certain to take the walk very easy so soon as he is out of ken.