... Now there is peace. * A baby grows more and more like its mother as it begins to talk. Shannon Fife. * A pair of nesting Golden Eagles have built in a fir tree on one of Loch Lomond's islands. * Words most feared by man or mouse:— I think I'll tidy ...

... somebody in Glesca kent somebody that kent anither body fermin* in Saskatchewan. Bachelors' Corner became alarmed. A woman ! Instinctively the hands flew to the scrubby chins; next, the eyes looked over the old torn suits of jeans, boots tied up with strings ...

... Mscrosrie is girnin* whalp, but hia bark is waur than his bite,'for s' that. I hae telled him that there waa naethin’ uncanny a boot the puir widow’s death, an’ he'll lat the ithers ken. Sae ye’ll hae wheen (lot) o’ them at the funeral. Roger has a’ things ...

... ken what Aa • tui talkin' aboot. Moist a'bucklie 'II agree wi' ve that it's halescan' wark an' a' that, but, when ye talk *boot its elevatin' an' reformin• influences, they think yer gaen Byte. Whan ye think o't. hoetiever, what's flair nat'ral, than ...

... outside was—well the year it belonged to far. far behind. Beyond tlvJ * trance” was tlie garden where apple trees grow, whose golden youth one Jiving could remember, and cobble-paved courtyard in front of the trance led through fern-plumed arch that part ...

... inward chuckle. “Ay, pair msnnie, there’s nae heap for him withoU it. I lay a’ last nkht listenin’ to the monrnsome win’, an* I kent it was the yowl (cry) o’ unbspteezed weans in the Muckle Fire,” rite continued, sudden roleronhy overtaking her. But Macroarie ...