THE BLACK DWARF.
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what will come o' the lambs!" The hint was sufficient to my Landlord, who, advancing to take the horse of the principal person, and holding him by the reins as he dismounted, while his ostler rendered the same service to the attendant, welcomed the stranger to Gandercleugh, and, in the same breath, enquired, what news from the south hie-lands?—"News?" said the farmer, "bad eneugh news, I think;—an' we can carry through the ewes it will be a' we can do; we maun e'en leave the lambs to the Black Dwarf's care."
"Aye, aye," subjoined the old shepherd, (for such he was) shaking his head, "he'll be unco busy amang the morts this season."
"The Black Dwarf?" said my learned friend and patron,[1] Mr Jedidiah Cleishbo-
- ↑ We have in this, and other instances, printed in italics some few words which the worthy editor, Mr Je-
