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of age, very tall, with exceptionally long, thin legs : 

 he had a good-natured, kindly face, ornamented 

 with a light brown beard, and flushed evidently 

 with sundry potations, in which he appeared to have 

 been lately indulging. He carried a very long stick 

 with a crooked head, from which it might be sur- 

 mised that he followed the occupation of a shep- 

 herd ; and as he stood by the door pleasantly 

 surveying the company, his cap drawn somewhat 

 over his eyes, the stick was grounded in front of 

 him, both hands resting on the handle on a level 

 with his chin, while the whole of his body swayed 

 in a precarious manner from the knees upward. 



This last addition to the party, with surprising 

 celerity, seemed to grasp the situation, quickly 

 revealing himself as a partisan in our cause ; when 

 the following dialogue took place. 



" It's a peety, Mr. Malloch, but what you could 

 give these gentlemen leeberty to fish on the lochs, 

 for A'm sure indeed you could do that if you likit." 



" Na I na ! Tam Lambie " — for such was the 

 name of our recently acquired champion — "Nal 

 nal It wouldna do; — Mr. Place is awa'." 



"Ay! But aa'body kens that you yersell are 

 Mr. Place, when Mr. Place is awa' I" 



