they should go, and aboon a' to teach them respect to their superiors."
"But all this while, Caleb, you have never told me what became of the arms and powder," said Ravenswood.
"Why, as for the arms," said Caleb, "it was just like the bairns' rhyme—
'Some gaed east, and some gaed west.
And some gaed to the craw's nest;'
And for the pouther, I e'en changed it, as occasion served, with the skippers o' Dutch luggers and French vessels, for gin and brandy, and it served the house mony a year—a gude swap too, between what cheereth the soul of man and that which dingeth it clean out of the body; forbye, I keepit a wheen pounds of it for yoursell when ye wanted to take the pleasure o' shooting—whiles, in these latter days, I wad hardly hae kenn'd else whar to get pouther for your pleasure. And now that your anger is ower, sir, wasna that weel managed o' me, and arena ye far better sorted doun yonder
