The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-22
SOME SCOTCH YARNS.
Heard by a Wisconsin Man on IA Re-
cent visit Home.
From the Milwaukee Wisconsin.

From the Milwaukee Wisconsin.
Did l hear any Scotch stories while
was gomez" repeated John Johnston this
morning why. yes-some brand new
ones. some old ones reset several taken.
as The Scotch people often do. from what
is ancient history and just as funny IN
spite of that or because of 1t. And some
heard happen, so to speak, myself"
Mr., Johnston's summer In Aberdeenshire
has been fruitful of some very funny In
cidents on the railway trains and off. and
he tells them with that rare Scotch flavor
OF accent and intonation about which one
never tires of taking. Some of his new
stories bring with them the very pictures
of the old Scotch housewives from whom
they came.
There Is no special part of the coun-
try said Mr.. Johnston, an which the
stories originated. They seem 70 come
from all over Scotland And they seem
to be appreciated everywhere. too.
When / crossed the border from Eng
land to Scotland" he said, II listened for
a good specimen of the Scottish dialect.
Al this season It is customary, even on
the finest day, for flying showers to pass
over the country, drenching everything,
followed IN a few minutes by bright sun
shine drying everything up again In
very short time. That rain stopped for
few minutes at Lockerbie, which is James
A. Brydens native place. when ] heard
one aul Wife say TO anither: Janet, it's
gay bit shoorie.' GU, ay, says Janet,
but it's nae what ye wud ca a weetin'
rain
Illustrative of the loyalty OF the Scottish
peasant women for the life and ways of
haf Aaha ri II Tnh 4oIIa At.4-
During the summer the northeast
coast of Scotland is full of flsherfolk-
men and women-from the Highlands
who come to get work at the great her
ring harvests. Some of them are rather
rough, and the residents do not always
speak well of them In riding on the train
from Auchnagatt to Aberdeen one morn>
ing my friend and 1 were speaking about
| fisherfolk We were saying nothing dero-
! gatory of them, but an old woman on the
car evidently thought so, for by AID by
J she broke forth. saying; Indeed. ye for
| get that when our Savior had to choose
! His apostles He passed by all ither occu-
| pations and chose them from the fisher
| folk
Il went to the old United Presbyterian
| Kirk" said Mr.. Johnston, Eat Savoch,
| about a mile from our farm, and I was
reminded of a good story about the minis
J ter some sixty years ago. His name was
the Rev. David Cav, and he was very
| diminutiVe, standing only about FIVE feet
two inches He led TO the altar a strap
ping, handsome lass some Ave or six inches
| taller than he, and her name was Grace
Wilson. The Sunday after the wedding
he got a neighboring minister to preach
| for him. so that he could sit with his
bride on the first Sunday. The minister
| was a good deal of a wag so Mr.. Cav
made him promise faithfully that he would
not allude In his sermon to himself. his
| bride or the fact of the marriage. SO
he promised that In his sermon yhe would
make no allusion of that kind whatever,
but Mr. Cav nearly sank through the
! floor when the text was given out, Ephe-
| SLAMS Ill.,, s: Unto me, who am less than
the least OF all saints, Is this Grace
given
Another story Mr.. Johnston tells Is
vouched for, he says, by every apprecia-
tive Scotsman who tells II, and so 1t must
be. II Is this:
TN Braemer there lived a good old
| Scotch father, whose portion of worldly
goods was fair one. except that they in
cluded a scoldlng wife. She was noted all
up and down the shire for her sharp
tongue, and her husband, best of all, was
prepared to judge for this. One day she
died, to all appearances. Preparations were
made for the funeral, and indeed IL had
progressed so far as the carrying out Of
the coffin, when In the narrow passage the
wel-meanlng, but awkward, pallbearers
| jostled against II, and IL was hit smartly
upon the casing OF the door. The next
minute the scoldlng and only partly de-
parted wife had come TO life and sat up in
her cerements. What she said is not re-
corded, but few years after that She
died again, and this time they were fairly
sure that they were dealing with the real
| thing But when they bore her down the
| hall again the bereaved husband called out
in shrill and anxious treble:
"'Ca canny! Ca canny! (Go carefully
II was there that she cam roun' last
| time!