THE Laird of Garscadden and a friend
happened one day after a keen run of sport, to visit unexpectedly the
residence of a Water-of-Endrick farmer. The sportsmen were cordially
received by the family, and, among other apologies, the gudman regretted
that dinner was over, as he had just finished some excellent chickens.
"Mak’ nae apologies, George," said Garscadden; "I
weel believe what you say, for I see the feathers" (alluding to some
spots of pease brose)