470 A BIT OF DIALOGUE. [CHAP. x. 



Shame senior Ou ay, it's been geyan gweed. 



Shame tertius Fat did ye say, man ? gweed it's nae been 

 better than last. 



Ourer Well, laddie, what was wrong with last year's 

 fishing ? 



Bowed Shavie Weel awat, man, it was naething till brag 

 o', an' fat's mair, I lost rny beets at it ; yell be gaun till gie's 

 a new pair neist fishin'. 



Shavie senior Ay, that was whan he &-nockit his &-nee 

 again the boat-shore and brak his cweet. 



Ourer Well, but lads, what about next fishing ? 



Shavie senior Ou, is't neist fishin' ye're wantin' till 

 speak o' ? 



Curer Yes ; will you engage ? 



Shavie junior Fat are ye gaun till offer ? 



Curer Same as last. 



Bowed Shavie Fat d'ye say, man ? 



Curer Fourteen shillings a cran and fifteen pound 

 bounty. 



Shavie senior Na, na, Maister Cowie ; that winna dee 

 ava, man. 



Boiued Shavie We can get mair nor that at Fitehills. 



Shavie junior I'll be fuppit, lathie, if I dinna hae mair 

 siller an' mair boonty tee. 



Curer Well, make me an offer. 



Shavie senior Ou ay, man ; we'll tak' saxteen shillin' the 

 cran an' a boonty o' twunty pound, an' a pickle cutch, an' a 

 drappie whisky ; an' that's ower little siller. 



Curer Well, I suppose I must give it. 



Bowed Shavie Gie's oor five shillin' then, an we're fixed 

 wi' you an' clear o' a' ither body. 



And so, on the payment of these five shillings by way of 

 arles, the bargain is settled, and the men engaged for the next 

 herring-season. 



