My Man Sandy

says that if Sandy had been in the market-gardenin' line, he wudda grown his cabbage wi' the stocks aneth the ground, juist to lat them get the fresh air aboot their ruits. It's

o't. If there's a crank wey o' doin' onything Sandy will find it oot. For years he reg'larly flang the stable key ower the gate efter he'd brocht oot Donal' an' the cairt. When he landit hame again, h

in Sandy's case," the Gairner said when the

t's original eneuch, there's nae

ar o't. But, still an' on, he's my ain man, the only ane ever I had, an' I'll sti

book croonin' awa' till himsel' aboot Rooshya bein' boundit on the north by the White Sea, an' on the sooth by the Black Sea, an' some ither wey

s that he wud never be within a thoosand mile o'. He kens a' the oots an' ins o' Valip

o see what was ado. He thocht it was a marriage, an' that there micht be a chance o' some heys aboot the doors. What was my consternation

ndy had been up at Munromont for a load o' tatties. When I gaed to the door, here he was wi' a

e wi' Donal', Sa

y, climbin' oot at the back o' the cairt, an' j

pettin' oot his hand.

ond wi' the white o' his e'e that garre

n wind and lim'. I got a terriple bargain o' him. I ga'e Gowans Donal' an' thirty shillin's, an' he ga'e

e's wind at ony rate. I saw that in a

e. He's haen a teenge or twa, an' he's akinda foondered afore, an' a little spavie i' the aft

s gey high for the wheels," he says; "but, man, he's a grand beast. He cam ha

ts o' crunckled water-hose. The cairt appeared to be haudin' him up, raither than him haudin' up the cairt; an' he was restin' the thrawn legs o' him time aboot, juist like a cock s

tatties delivered in half the time. I'll ha'e rid o' a' my tatties an' be hame gin ane o'clock, instead o' dotterin' awa' wi' a lazy brute like Donal'.

back when Princie ga'e a squeek an' garred hi

Sandy, gaen awa' roond to

the cairt, as far as I cud hear," s

's he was foo. Sandy ga'e him a clap on the hurdles to quieten him, but aye the hent feet o' him played skelp on the boddom o' the cairt, till I thocht he wudda haen't ca'd a' to bits. Syne awa' he gaed full bung a' o' a sudden, wi' Sandy rowin' aboot amon' the tat

. I've heard the minister say, it's the unexpectit that happens. That's aye the way wi' Sandy, I can tell you. I

a strucken 'oors afore he got to the shop door wi' the cairt, an' baith him an' the horse were sweitin' afore the

an', lookin' at Princi

werin' at?" says Sandy t

ays he. "That beast's no' fit for gaen aboot. The Cruelty

a wid leg," says Sandy, as raised as a wasp.

rie caravan," says Stumpie; an' awa' he g

nds ahent his back, set forrit his heid like's he was gaen awa' to putt somebody, an' took

rund, or coverin't efter he was turned into gooana or b

the same time, an' the bobby an' him

ys the Gairner; "but Sandy's

the policeman. "Gin he'd waited a fortnicht, h

n wives were oot waitin' their tatties, an' they roared to Sandy to stop; but Sandy cudna. The tatties were fleein' ower the back door o' the cairt, an' the scales were rattlin' an' reeshlin' like an earthquake; an' there was Sandy, bare-heided, up to the knees amon' his tatties, ruggin' an' roarin', like the skipper o' some schooner that was rinnin' on the rocks.

cairt-load o' tatties ower the heid o' Princie; an' as for the h