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"This is a bad job, Lewie," he said, using the privileged name of the ancient servant "Whae would have ettled sic a calaamity to happen in your ain countryside? We a' thocht it would be a grand pioy for ye, for ye would settle down here and hae nae ins And then this tailor body steps in and spoils a' It's ht, and he beat me fairly; but we'll drop the matter I'm sick--tired of politics, Adaht have made a herd of me, and I should have been happy"

"Wheesht, Lewie," said the"A herd's job is no for the likes o' you But there's better aiting for ye than poalitics It's a beggar's trade after a', and far better left to bag for sac proper a man as you"

"But what can I do?" cried Lewis in despair "I have no profession I ae o' sheep and nowt, and ye ken a horse better than ony couper Ye can ride like a jockey and drive like a Jehu, and there's no your equal in these parts with a gun or a fishing-rod Forbye, I would rather walk aeup a brae-face like a le man's trade that ye're no brawly fitted for And then ye've a heap o' book-lear that folk learned ye away about England, though I cannot speak rinned at the portraiture "You do s You were on sheep when I caive me your mind on Cheviots The lamb sales promise well"

For twenty ht support the conversation on alien matters, but on sheep the hu of faces with a sharp delight The election had led and ed in the sentimental But now every line of these brown faces, the keen blue eyes, the tawny, tangled beards, and the ini southern speech, seean to find a new savour in existence The sense of his flat inco heartily and laughing with zest