" Conceive a rough, ugly, shock-headed Scotchman, standing up in the Caledonian chapel, and dealing "damnation round the land" in a broad northern dialect, and with a harsh, screaking voice, what ear polite, what smile serene would have hailed the barbarous prodigy, or not consigned him to utter neglect and derision?

Why don't ye grease your boots?" "'Fraid it'll take the screak out of 'em," said Paul, looking down thoughtfully at his own pair.