the season, poured from their brows. At other times she speke to herself in such broken expressions as these—"It is to rebuild the auld house—it is to lay the corner stone—and did I not warn him?—I tauld him I was born to do it, if my father's head had been the stepping-stone, let alone his.—I was doomed—still I kept my purpose in the cage and in the stock—I was banished—I kept it in an unco land;—I was scourged—I was branded—It lay deeper than scourge or red iron could reach—and now the hour is come."—
"Captain," said Dinmont, in a half whisper, "I wish she binna uncanny—her words dinna seem to come in God's name, or like other folk's. Odd, they threep in our country that there are sic things."
"Don't be afraid, my friend."
"Fear'd! fient a haet care I, be she witch or devil; it's a' ane to Dandie Dinmont."
"Hold your peace, gudeman," said Meg,
