"Plenty, man!—I believe there's mair hares than sheep on my farm; and for the moor-fowl, or the grey-fowl, they lie as thick as doo's in a dooket—Did ye ever shoot a black-cock, man?"
"Really I had never even the pleasure to see one, except in the museum at Keswick."
"There now—I could guess that by your Southland tongue. It's very odd of these English folk that come here, how few of them has seen a black-cock–I'll tell you what—ye seem to be an honest lad, and if you'll call on me—on Dandy Dinmont—at Charlies-hope—ye shall see a black-cock, and shoot a black-cock, and eat a black-cock too, man."
"Why, the proof of the matter is the eating to be sure, sir; and I shall be happy if I can find time to accept your invitation."
"Time, man? what ails ye to gae hame wi' me now? how do you travel?"
"On foot, sir; and if that handsome
