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back in a few minutes, crying, ‘Hae!’ The minister, too 
eager to be scrutinizing, took a long deep pinch, and then 
said, ‘ Whour did you get it?’ ‘I soupit (swept) the poupit,’ 
was John’s expressive reply. The minister’s accumulated 
superfluous Sabbath snuff now came into good use.” 
“Near the Highlands, 
Where the dry lands 
Are divided into islands, 
And distinguish’d from the mainland 
As the Western Hebrides. 
“Stormy weather, 
Those who stay there, 
Oftentimes for weeks together 
Keep asunder from their neighbors, 
Hemm’d about by angry seas. 
“For, storm-batter’d, 
Boats are shattered, 
And their precious cargoes scatter’d 
In the boist’rous Sound of Jura, 
Or thy passage, Colonsay ; 
