to the Peel; but after ye pass Pomoragrains at a muckle great
saucer-headed cutlugged stane that they ca' Charlie's Chuckie,
there Dawston Cleugh and Charlie's Hope they march. Now, I say the
march rins on the tap o' the hill where the wind and water shears;
but Jock o' Dawston Cleugh again, he contravenes that, and says
that it bauds down by the auld drove-road that gaes awa by the
Knot o' the Gate ower to Keeldar Ward; and that makes an unco
difference.'

'And what difference does it make, friend?' said Pleydell. 'How
many sheep will it feed?'

'Ou, no mony,' said Dandie, scratching his head; 'it's lying high
and exposed: it may feed a hog, or aiblins twa in a good year.'

'And for this grazing, which may be worth about five shillings a
year, you are willing to throw away a hundred pound or two?'

'Na, sir, it's no for the value of the grass,' replied Dinmont;
'it's for justice.'

'My good friend,' said Pleydell, 'justice, like charity, should
begin at home. Do you justice to your wife and family, and think
no more about the matter.'

Dinmont still lingered, twisting his hat in his hand. 'It's no for
that, sir; but I would like ill to be bragged wi' him; he threeps
he'll bring a score o' witnesses and mair, and I'm sure there's as
mony will swear for me as for him, folk that lived a' their days
upon the Charlie's Hope, and wadna like to see the land lose its