. Perfervid, the career of Ninian Jamieson. e, saidSaunders. She kens a thing or twa, an shescrouse encuch tae, if she wouldna be juist saecamstairie. By the bye, said Strongsoul, have you had anydreams ? Aboot a new name ? Yes. Xa; its no likely, noo, that my name will bechanged till we come to the City o Destruction, saidSaunders. But dae ye think theres muckle truthin dreams ? All the dreams of pilgrims come true, saidStrongsoul. 1 )ac they, man ? Oh yes ! They were silent for a little. Then Saunderssaid, An thae wee lassies in the Land o Beuley. What about them ? Man, said Saunders with so
. Perfervid, the career of Ninian Jamieson. e, saidSaunders. She kens a thing or twa, an shescrouse encuch tae, if she wouldna be juist saecamstairie. By the bye, said Strongsoul, have you had anydreams ? Aboot a new name ? Yes. Xa; its no likely, noo, that my name will bechanged till we come to the City o Destruction, saidSaunders. But dae ye think theres muckle truthin dreams ? All the dreams of pilgrims come true, saidStrongsoul. 1 )ac they, man ? Oh yes ! They were silent for a little. Then Saunderssaid, An thae wee lassies in the Land o Beuley. What about them ? Man, said Saunders with some hesitation, comingclose up to Strongsoul, I dreamt aboot them. Now Strongsoul had dreamt about them too,but he only said, And what did you dream ? Oh, no muckle ; juist what you read. A lassie\vi gowden hair an blue cen cam tae me cannily,an gied me a floor an a bunch o grapes, an !l8 PERFERVID smiled couthily, an syne gaed awa lookin owreher shouther. An, man, she was bonny, an Ilikit her, an I never could be fashed \vi lassies ? afore. What dae ye think is the meanin o mydream ? I think it means that you will some day likegirls. Dae ye ? Yes. MORTIMERS STORY 219 Man, Iil be glad o that; for theyre bonny bitthings—thae in the Land o Beuley. Then Strongsoul told his dream, which was prettymuch like Saunderss ; and they walked along arm-in-arm saying nothing, but with flushed faces thinkingabout the little blue-eyed girls in the Land of Beulah. Hunger put an end to their day-dream. Thepalace was still a long way off, and Strongsouls feetwere tired and sore, for his boots had been dried inthe sun till they were as hard as horn. He sankdown, saying, I must have a rest. An I maun hae somethin tac eat, criedSaunders. He climbed up a little higher than they were,but there was no house in sight except the saw that the way to it would be much shortenedif they were to return to the road. So he hailedStrongsoul, who clambered up beside him, and agreedwith him t
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