My Man Sandy

cht last week when I hears some crackin' gaen on i' t

very dollop," says Sand

'le, an' I saw immidintly that there was something i' the wind. I was juist clearin' my throat to lat them ke

arday nicht. I have a class at the Mission Sabbath Schule, ye see, an' I was genna hae them at a cup o' tea on Setarday, an' I thocht o' gien them a bit

says I. "But it's no' nane o' your electric oxey hydropathic kind o' bisnes

Sandy. "This is a parafin lantern; juist as

weel's ye generally manish wi' the washin' machine, when I'm needin

fowk aff wi' your impidence," s

ndy juist took a

rin' awa' till himsel' i' the back shop, "The great battle o' Waterloo was fochen in echteen fifteen atween the English an' the French, an' Bloocher landit on the scene juist as Wellinton was gien the order-Tuts, ye stupid blockheid, Nathan, that saft-soap barrel disna gae there-'Up gairds an' at them.'" He gaed

s?" says I; "I'm speerin'

ndy. "I was mindin' aboot Sirias, the nearest f

y wudda gane through the washin'-hoose door if it hadna happened to be open. I had forgotten aboot them at the time;

e, blawin' his nose in his Sabbath hankie, an' lookin', haud your tongue, juist as big's bull b

says Sandy, "there must be total nae nois

hey whistled, an' kickit wi' their feet till you wudda thoc

n I speered if this was juist their uswal, "Tuts ay," says he, "it's ju

, gin I had a fortnicht o' them. A Sabbath class! It was mair like a half-ti

ten wind o't, an' the washin'-hoose was as foo as cud cram. There was a terriple atramush amon' the laddies when the can'le

irls an' people, the first picture I'm genna show you is Danyil

It was a' juist akinda greenichy-yallichy like, like's somebody had ske

ething wrang wi' the fok

Bandy," says Sandy, gey peppery weys

icht wi' the picture?"

Sandy. "Ye see that kind o' a broon bit doon

," said Bandy, "an' mak' shure you'r

hat, Bawbie!" he says; an' he oot wi' the picture, an' roars oot-"Numb

meenit or twa, Nathan got up his nose to the moo o' t

?" says Sandy.

nkard's liver," s

icht. There's been some mixin' amon' the pictures. This is a slice or sect

onything, an' this gae Sandy time to get his

e alcohol dejinerates the tishie until the liver becomes akwilly ransed, an' the neebriat

voice; an' ane o' Dauvid's laddies says, "By golly, I wudna like a

nae doot-strak in, without kennin', wi' "Shoulder arms!" an' the laddies roared an' leuch till you wud actually thocht they wudda wranged themse

r no' bein' a vegabon'; an' faigs, mind ye. Sandy got on winderfu'. The laddies

," say Sandy, to feenish up wi'. "What is't t

ddies; an' Bandy Wobster lut oot a great ballach o' a lauch, an' roared at

nerally afore the pictures were half in sicht. They were roid loons, an' nae mistak', but I can tell ye they had the Bi

roared to ane anither afore Sandy got his fokis putten into order. Bible knowledge is a grand thing, nae do

t. He gae a lang laberlethan aboot some o' the pictures-keep me, if he'd carried on like yon at

ere 'ill tak' a lesson frae them, an' stick in an' get their pictures in magic lanterns efter they're deid too, an' get great big mossyleeums-that's th

at this like's they were a' wishin' they

er, Sandy shot in hi

n? Be was wint to be a great lad at-- Man

t strik's me you have him into the lante

y rate," said the Smith. "He was juist abo

cam' in backside-foremost, upside-doon, lying alang the floor-ye never saw the like-until Sandy wa

ye needna get angry at tha

ndy. "Gie me up some o' thae slides in the green box," he cries

reeks' pooch," says Nat

s the drunk

oiler-heid, alang wi'

dy, shovin' in another slide. "This, as you

, an' Bandy Wobster says, "Man, but he's awfu'

Ye canna expeck a magic lantern to do what ye canna do yersel'. It'll be a bad job for the Bai

eek," says Bandy, gettin up frae his se

," says Dauvid. "Wait till you

sit doon for half an 'oor. I never saw him get up yet but he gae a'body mair than their sairi

andy. "Bliss your heart, he's in the

el, the Provost shud juist keep a magic lantern handy, an'

cam' the picture. "There's been some mair mixin' again," said Sandy, gey kanke

ocusts in Egyp

ten in there, a

t amon' the ither plegs,

picture o' the deputation that waited on some o' the members o' the Toon Cooncil at lest

ghole withoot a barrel roond it

there, Sandy," sa

ibby inveesible, but that's them for a' that. The name's on

imes. He's juist a perfeck scunner, nominatin' fowk against their will, an' draggin'

he's sensible, he's juist akinda ridic'lously sensibl

ty that keeps them oot o' sicht. They pey a' their veesits throo the nicht, an' fient a cratur kens eechie

some o' the laddies, an' Sandy's gra

eal mobs," said Sandy, "but I mind o' them fine. A gey toon it was i' thae days. You'll notice the auld Toon-Clark i' the middle there, wi' his hands up, threatenin' to send for the pileece, an' a' the crood yalpin' at him like a

wrang picture you have in again; here's the m

thocht the Smith an' Bandy Wobster were genna ding d

he Smith; an' Bandy nodded his heid an' leuch, an' says, "Man, Sandy

the Prince o' Wales, an' Burke an' Hair, an' the Jook o' Argile, an' Dykin Elshinder. But the crooner o' them a' cam' when Sandy says-"Noo, here's Snakimupo, the famous king o' the Cannibal Island

uvid's lassies, wi' her hands up,

laddies a' roarin' "The King o' the Cannibal Isl

o't, an' said to feenish wi't. But gin he disna get a stane o' diseased pitatties frae me the morn that'll mak' him onweel for a i'ortnicht, my name's no S

atween this an' Glesca had gotten into oor washin'-hoose, wi' their whistles on ful