The Litchfield County post. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1826-1829, 1827-09-20


pound frae his spleuchin, handed il over to
the monkey, and specred at him, in his droll
morlan dealect, if he could change a note.
LAUGHED OUTRIGHT; and nathing hut sheer Gu
me keep my gravity. It was plain that Do
| trymen--and the thing after a. wasna greatly
to be wondered at, and that for this reason
Firstly the shop was rather darkish.
Secondly the Heelandman had on speeks,
as haze just said; and it was on this account
that he was rather short~sighted; and
Thirdly, Nosey, WI his kilt, and bannet,
and red coat, was, to a'intents and purposes,
as like human creature as a monkey could
weel be.
Nae sooner, then, had he got the note, than
he opened out.und lOOkit at wi his wee glow
rim restless cen, as if to see it wasna forge
ry. He then shook his head like doctor,
! when he's ma very sure what's wrang wi
person, but wants to max it appear that he
kens a. about it--and continued in this style
till the Heelandman's patience began to get
exhausted.
"Can ye no change the note, old shentle-
man :" quo Donald Nosey gi'ed his head
another shake, and lookit uncommon wise.
is the note not good, sir spak the Hee
landman, a second time; but the cratur, in
stead of answering him, only gi'ed another Of
his wise shakes, as much as to say, "I'no We
ry sure about it." At this Donald lost tenn
per. elf the note dOesna please ye, sir"
quo he, ''Ill thank We to gle me it back a.
gain, and I'll gang to some ither place." And
he stretched out his hand to talk baud OF,
when my frien' wi the tail lifted up his stick,
lent him sic Il whack owe the fingers as made
him pu' back in the twnkling of an ee.
Got tamn We, ye auld scoundrel," said the
man do you mean to TAX my money frae
me 7" And he lifted up rung big eneuch to
fell stOt, and let flee at the monkey but
Nosey was over quick for him, and jumped
aside, he LIGHTED on shelf before ane could
say Jock Robinson. Here he rowcd up the
note like a baw in his hand, and put it into
his coat pouch like ony rational creatur.
Not only this, but he mockit the Heelandman
by a. manner of means, shooting out his
tongue at him, splitting at him, and grining
ct him, wi his queer outlandish physiogno-
my. Then he would tax his tail in his twa
hands, and wag it at Donald, and stocking
his nieves, he would seem to threaten him
wi leatherin'. Altogether he was desper-
ate impudent, and eneuch to try the pa
tience of saunt, no to speak GA hot bluided
Heelandman. 1t was guide for sair cen to
see how Donald hehavit on this OCCASION
He ragged like ane demeanted, misca'ing the
monkey beyond measure, and swearing as
mony Gaelic aiths as MIGHT haze scair'd an Or
dinar, man for a twalmouth. During this
time, never steer'd foot, but kept peek
ing frae the back shop upon a that was gang
ing on. | was highly delighted; and jeal-
ousing that Nosey was over supple to be
easily catched, had nae apprehension for the
event, and remainder snug in my birth to see
the upshOt.
In short time in comes Mr.. Welt. wi a
piece of lowing paper in his hand. that he
had got frae the next door to LIGHT the shop;
and nae sooner did Donald see him than he
ax'd him for his note.
"What note, honest man :" said Mr.
Welt.
"Got tamn," quo Donald, the note the
auld scounrel, your grandfather stole frae me-"
"My grandfather !" answered the ither
wi amazement. ~ am Huntingdon man
We hae had glass over muckle. My grand
father has been dead for saxteen years, and
I meier heard tell till now that he was fief.
"Weel, weel, them quo the Heelandman,
II don't care naething about it. If he's no
your grandfather, he'll be your father, or
your brither, or your cousin"
my father, or my brither, or my cousin!"
repeated Mr.. Welt, Is maun tell you plainly,
that hae neither father, nor brither, nor
cousin Of ony description this side Of the grave.
dinna understad we honest man, but reck-
on you hae sat over lang at the whiskey.
and my advice is to slap ava hame and
sleep it aft"
At this speech the Heelandman last a. pa
tience, and lookit so awfully fairce, that
aDce or twice was on the nick Of coming
forrit, and explaining how matters really
stood; but curiosity kept me chained to
the back shop and just thocht would
bide awee, and see how the affair was like
to end.
"Pray wha are you sir?" said Donald.
putting his hands in his sides, and looking
through his specks upon Mr.. Welt, like a
deeyil incarnate. "Wha are you, sir, that
daur speak to me in this manner Z"
"Wha am /, said the ither. drapping the
remnant of the paper which was burnin' close
to his fingers, /" am Saunders Welt, man
ufacturer IN Hamilton, that's what am."-
"And am Fonald Campbell, piper's SIS
ter's son to his Grace the great grand luke
of Argyle" Numbered out the Heelandman,
wi a voice that was fearsome to hear.
"And what about that I" quo Mr.. Welt,
rather snappishly as thocht. aft ye were
the great grand Duke of Argyle himself,
as ye ca him, I'll not permit you to kick