fox-hunter; but gained little information, as he had been called to that office while Dinmont was making the round of the Highland fairs. "He was a shake-rag like fellow," he said, "and he dared to say, had gypsey blood in his veins—but at ony rate he was nane o' the smacks that had been on their quarters in the moss—he would ken them weel if he saw them again.—There were some no bad folk amang the gypsies too, to be sick a gang—if ever I see that auld randle-tree of a wife again, I'll gie her something to buy tobacco—I have a great notion she meant me very fair after a'."———
When they were about finally to part, the good farmer held Brown long by the hand, and at length said, "Captain, the woo's sae weel up the year, that it's paid a' the rent, and we have naething to do wi' the rest o' the siller, when Ailie has had her new gown, and the bairns their bits o' duds—now I was thinking of some safe hand to put it into, for its ower
