claimed one tall young man, "and look at the burnt wa's of our kinsman's house?—Every wreath of the reek is a blast of shame upon us! Let us to horse, and take the chase.—Wha has the nearest bloodhound?"
"It's young Earnscliff," answered another; "and he's been on and away wi' six horse lang syne, to see if he can track them."
"Let us follow him then, and raise the country, and make mair help as we ride, and then have at the Cumberland reivers—Take, burn, and slay—they that lie nearest us shall smart first."
"Whisht! haud your tongues, daft callants," said an old man, "ye dinna ken what ye speak about. What! wad ye raise war atween twa pacificated countries?"
"And what signifies deaving us wi' tales about our fathers," retorted the young man, "if we're to sit and see our friends' houses burned ower their heads,
