Shetland Folk-Lore
Rönie, I widna say bit we wid get da grip o' da mamik, an' dan if dir ony saide i' da watter, we sood feel 'im dere.’
“Lowrie's plan wis taen, an' in a short time we wir at da seat. Maans an' Lowrie wir ta rin da boddim fir ling, an' Jockie an' Henry wir ta shut fir saide.
“Haand me a kippok o' piltiks,’ says Lowrie.
“‘Be-ye-blithe,’ says Robbie, ‘no ene is in 'er.’
“We noo fan oot dat we haed left da bait piltiks i' da skjo. Da taen blamed ta tidder, till at lent Lowrie says: ‘What's da öse o' irpin aboot a thing eence dat it's döne? Rex me da sköne an' glaan.’
“Lowrie noo pu's oot da lap o' his jūp an' snee'd aff a tivlik o' white claith. He fixed dis by da damp ta his saide heuk, an' haddin' up dis he spat upo' it, an' says ‘Twee’ as he shot da line an' beguid ta yaag. It wisna lang till he felt 'im, an' shön we haed plenty o' guid bait.
“‘Noo, boys,’ says Maans, ‘we'll lay tö
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