I out like a
jer-falcon, and cried--"Wad they shoot an honest woman's poor innocent
bairn?" And I fleyt at them, and threepit it was my son; and they damned
and swuir at me that it was the auld rebel, as the villains ca'd his
Honour; and Davie was in the wood, and heard the tuilzie, and he, just
out o' his ain head, got up the auld grey mantle that his Honour had
flung off him to gang the faster, and he cam out o' the very same bit o'
the wood, majoring and looking about sae like his Honour, that they were
clean beguiled, and thought they had letten aff their gun at
crack-brained Sawney, as they ca' him; and they gae me saxpence, and twa
saumon fish, to say naething about it. Na, na, Davie's no just like other
folk, puir fallow; but he's no sae silly as folk tak him for. But, to be
sure, how can we do eneugh for his Honour, when we and ours have lived on
his ground this twa hundred years; and when he keepit my puir Jamie at
school and college, and even at the Ha'-house, till he gaed to a better
place; and when he saved me frae being ta'en to Perth as a witch--Lord
forgi'e them that would touch sic a puir silly auld body!--and has
maintained puir Davie at heck and manger maist feck o' his life?'
Waverley at length found an opportunity to interrupt Janet's narrative by
an inquiry after Miss Bradwardine.
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