A Scots Quair

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Lewis Grassic Gibbon. A Scots Quair

A. SCOTS. QUAIR

SUNSET SONG

Contents

Introduction

NOTES TO INTRODUCTION

A NOTE

Map

The Unfurrowed Field

Ploughing

Drilling

Seed-time

Harvest

The Unfurrowed Field

Notes

CLOUD HOWE

Contents

Introduction

NOTES TO INTRODUCTION

Note on the Text

Map

PROEM

Cirrus

Cumulus

Stratus

Nimbus

Notes

GREY GRANITE

Contents

Map

Cautionary Note

Introduction

Note on the Text

Epidote

Sphene

Apatite

Zircon

Grey Granite: Curtain Raiser

Notes

Glossary

About the Author

Copyright

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Sunset Song • Cloud Howe • Grey Granite

Lewis Grassic Gibbon

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That morning it was that the daftie Andy stole out of Cuddiestoun and started his scandalous rampage through Kinraddie. Long Rob of the Mill was to say he’d once had a horse that would do that kind of thing in the early Spring, leap dykes and ditches and every mortal thing it would if it heard a douce little mare go by. Gelding though it was, the horse would do that, and what more was Andy, poor devil, than a gelding? Not that Mistress Ellison had thought him that—faith, no!

It was said she ran so fast after her meeting with the daftie she found herself down two stone in weight. The coarse creature chased her nearly in sight of the Mains and then scrabbled away into the rough ground beyond the turnpike. She’d been out fell early for her, Mistress Ellison, and was just holding along the road a bit walk to Fordoun when out of some bushes Andy jumped, his ramshackle face all swithering and his eyes all hot and wet. She thought at first he was hurted and then she saw he was trying to laugh, he tore at her frock and cried You come! She nearly fainted, but didn’t, her umbrella was in her hand, she broke it over the daftie’s head and then turned and ran, he went louping after her along the road, like a great monkey he leapt, crying terrible things to her. When sight of the Mains put an end to that chase he must have hung back in the hills for an hour or so and seen Mistress Munro, the futret, go sleeking down the paths to the Mains and Peesie’s Knapp and Blawearie, asking sharp as you like, as though she blamed every soul but herself, Have you seen that creature Andy!

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