“Weel, ye see, the meanin’ o’ the haill ballant is no that ill to win at,
seein’ the poet himsel’ tells us that. It’s jist no to be proud or
ill-natured to oor neebours, the beasts and birds, for God made ane an’ a’
o’s. But there’s harder things in’t nor that, and yon’s the hardest. But
ye see it was jist an unlucky thochtless deed o’ the puir auld sailor’s,
an’ I’m thinkin’ he was sair reprocht in’s hert the minit he did it. His
mates was fell angry at him, no for killin’ the puir innocent craytur, but
for fear o’ ill luck in consequence. Syne when nane followed, they turned
richt roun’, an’ took awa’ the character o’ the puir beastie efter ‘twas
deid. They appruved o’ the verra thing ‘at he was nae doot sorry for.—But
onything to haud aff o’ themsels! Nae suner cam the calm, than roun’ they
gaed again like the weathercock, an’ naething wad content them bit hingin’
the deid craytur about the auld man’s craig, an’ abusin’ him forby. Sae ye
see hoo they war a wheen selfish crayturs, an’ a hantle waur nor the man
‘at was led astray into an ill deed. But still he maun rue’t. Sae Death
got them, an’ a kin’ o’ leevin’ Death, a she Death as ‘twar, an’ in some
respecks may be waur than the ither, got grips o’ him, puir auld body!
It’s a’ fair and richt to the backbane o’ the ballant, Maister Sutherlan’,
an’ that I’se uphaud.”
Hugh could not help feeling considerably astonished to hear this criticism
from the lips of one whom he considered an uneducated man. For he did not
know that there are many other educations besides a college one, some of
them tending far more than that to develope the common-sense, or faculty
of judging of things by their nature. Life intelligently met and honestly
passed, is the best education of all; except that higher one to which it
is intended to lead, and to which it had led David. Both these educations,
however, were nearly unknown to the student of books. But he was still
more astonished to hear from the lips of Margaret, who was sitting by:
“That’s it, father; that’s it! I was jist ettlin’ efter that same thing
mysel, or something like it, but ye put it in the richt words exackly.”
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