"This is a miserable place for ye a'," said Hobbie, looking around him;
"I can sleep weel eneugh mysell outby beside the naig, as I hae done
mony a lang night on the hills; but how ye are to put yoursells up, I
canna see! And what's waur, I canna mend it; and what's waur than a',
the morn may come, and the day after that, without your being a bit
better off."
"It was a cowardly cruel thing," said one of the sisters, looking round,
"to harry a puir family to the bare wa's this gate."
"And leave us neither stirk nor stot," said the youngest brother, who
now entered, "nor sheep nor lamb, nor aught that eats grass and corn."
"If they had ony quarrel wi' us," said Harry, the second brother, "were
we na ready to have fought it out? And that we should have been a' frae
hame, too,--ane and a' upon the hill--Odd, an we had been at hame, Will
Graeme's stamach shouldna hae wanted its morning; but it's biding him,
is it na, Hobbie?"
"Our neighbours hae taen a day at the Castleton to gree wi' him at the
sight o' men," said Hobbie, mournfully; "they behoved to have it a'
their ain gate, or there was nae help to be got at their hands.
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