HOW THE NEWS CAME it 



^' Weel, he hez twae'r three auld rungs aboot the 

 place that he thinks is horses ; but he hez nae horse." 



*' But this one I'm riding to-day is not a bad old 

 screw." 



" Weel," persisted Batters, '' there's a broon mare 

 he bocht at Bosills Fair. Ye micht get a canny 

 half-day's work oot o' her if ye didna pussh her 

 ower sair, and him, ye micht ca' him a beast ; but 

 forbye them twae, the feck o' them's auld rungs." 



