"You serve the deevil," said she.

"What the deevil?" he demanded angrily, staring aloft.

Macgreegor, ye're jist a damp lucky deevil!' 'Oh, whisht!' said Christina smiling.

We followed, and on our way we met a herdsman, with his eyes staring like two bullets stuck in clay, or rather two currants stuck in a pudding: he said he had met "the deevil, a' dress'd like a heelanman o' tod huntin;" of course we laughed from the bottom end of our very bowels; but that was not the way to undemonize him, no, he pledged himself that he saw him "wi' his own twa een lowp off the shoather