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MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

"Salted with Fire"

He's fund this ane!"
"Weel, weel, my bonnie doo, it sanna be for me to contradick ye!--But wae's
upo' me for a menseless auld wife! come in; come in: the mair welcome 'at
ye're lang expeckit!--But bless me, An'rew, what hae ye dune wi' the cairt
and the beastie?"
In a few words, for brevity was easy to him, Andrew told the story of their
disaster.
"It maun hae been the Lord's mercy! The puir beastie bude to suffer for the
sake o' the bairnie!"
She got them their supper, which was keeping hot by the fire; and then sent
Maggie to her bed in the ben-end, where she laid the baby beside her, after
washing him and wrapping him in a soft well-worn shift of her own. But
Maggie scarcely slept for listening lest the baby's breath should stop; and
Eppie sat in the kitchen with Andrew until the light, slowly travelling
round the north, deepened in the east, and at last climbed the sky, leading
up the sun himself; when Andrew rose, and set his face toward Stonecross,
in full but not very anxious expectation of a stormy reception from his
mistress before he should have time to explain.


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