"Peden’s Stone," re-echoed Mrs. Black—such she afterwards informed me was her designation—"a weel, mam, it’s just up by there, an’ a solitary bit it is. Many a one has gone to visit Peden’s Stone. There’s my daughter; a few weeks ago she was spending the day with some friends that live near there, and they took her away to see it. On her return home, she says to me, ’Oh, mother! just to think o’ my being twenty years old, and never to have been at Peden’s Stone afore.’ ’Hoots, lassie!’ says I, ’I’m a hantle mair than that, and I have never seen it! ha, ha, ha!’ And so you’re going to Sandy Brown’s to get information; weel I’ll no say but he’ll be able to tell you something canny, for folks say that he speaks like ony minister. Aweel, aweel, I mind the day when I could have told you lots o’ stories mysel’; but that’s a’ by! And you’re rale ta’en up about the Covenanters, are you?" demanded the loquacious dame, and, without waiting for an answer, away she went on. "Ay, weel, so was I at ae time o’ my life; for when I was at the sewing-school in Strathaven, I was rale anxious to see Loudon hill—may be you’ll ken Loudon hill, where the battle o’ Drumclog was fought? Ay, I thought sae; it’s a queer-looking place, I fancy, and I was many a time going to see it, but I never could win, and the time just gaed by. Losh me, but there was a curious story told about that hill—a most ex-tre-orner thing indeed; for, when I was at the sewing-school, many and many a time ha’e I heard tell o’ a heap o’ siller being buried there; and when any person went to dig it up, an awful voice ahint them cried—’Clog’s in a low!’ and on their turning round to see what was wrong, the sight o’ a great bull rushing at them gar’d them rin, and the hole instantly closed, so that they couldna win at it again. But maybe you’ll think that’s a lee; and I wadna say but it is." "Is it true," I inquired, "that your brother, who lives near here, has a sword that belonged to Captain Paton?" "He has that, he has that! but stop noo, I’m foolish to say sae"—here Mrs. Black put her finger into her mouth and appeared to reflect a little—"Did you say Captain Paton?" "Yes." "Weel, I’m no sae sure about that; but I ken brawly he has an ’_Andrew Ferrara_’ that belonged to some o’ thae fechting folk. However, ye should just gang and ask him about it, he’ll be blythe to see ye, and I’ll show ye a heap o’ curiosities, for he is rale ta’en up about auld-fashioned things. And ye can just say I sent ye."