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Chapter 5 THE COBBLER.

Word Count: 1724    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

The sun had left behind him in the west a heap of golden refuse, and cuttings of rose and purple, which shone right in at the archway, and let him see to work. H

nny nicht,

he cobbler without looking up, for a critica

. "There's a kin' o' an air aboot the place I wad hardly h

o an ill smell to them 'at's used til't; and ye wad hardly believe me, sir, but I smell the clover throuw 't. Maybe I'm preejudized, seein' but for the tan-pits I couldna weel drive my trade; but sittin' here fra

al; "but I dinna jist see

'at winna nip yer feet nor yet shochle, like waukin' up til a ble

n. He was one of the inwardly inseparable, outwardly far divided company of Christian philosophers, among whom individuality as well as patience i

ard of the man. He seemed to have known h

in line, I'm thinkin'!" he said, with a

but was ower far to gang back, whan the sole o' ae

auld blessin' o' bein' born an'

it's but sma' won'er I forget mony ane o' them. But noo, an' I thank ye for the

untying the string that bound them, p

!" remarked the cobbler, slow

red Donal; "it's a sair

er, "but the fun intil a thing doesna weir oot

e loss of my shoe-sole!" remarked Donal to

es, first the sickly one, now the

in', I doobt!" said Donal, with

e for my wark. It's no barely to consider the time it'll tak me to cloot a pair, but what the weirer 's like to git oot o' them. I canna tak mair nor t

be paid in proport

arl', 'at her ae pair o' shune wasna worth men'in'; an' that wad be a hertbrak, an' s

livin' that w'y?

er o' the trade s

asked Donal, well f

an' noo he's liftit up to be heid o' a' the trades. An'

l held his peace, wa

they can, he says, 'Ye helpit yersel'; help awa'; ye hae yer reward. Only comena near me, for I canna bide ye'.-But aboot thae shune

' that, I doobt, winna be afore

be able to gan

I thoucht I was b'un' to gang, think ye I wad bide at hame 'cause I hadna shun

the worst shoe and b

rk-time, but ye maun come intil the hoose to get it, for the fowk wud be scunnert to see me workin' upo'

onything wrang in men'in' a pai

s weel's a' the days? They wad fain tak it frae th

the old shoe with

hy shouldna ye haud yer face til 't,

pearls afore swine. I coont cobblin' your shoes, sir, a far better wark nor gaein' to the k

day being for rest, the next duty to helping another was to rest himself. To work for f

ter a pause, "bein' Sunday, I'll ta

Morven Airms, but there's something I dinna like aboot the lan'lord. Ken ye ony dacent, c

cent wayfarin' man that can stan' the smell, an' put up wi' oor w'ys. For p

wi' thankfu'ness,

guidwife-there's nane ither til see. I wad gang wi' ye mysel',

while the cobbler sat outside at his work, his wife would

said the cobbler, and called

Doory!"

e hears ye!" said Donal; for he

she be ane to hear yer lichte

finished the sentence, when

y, guidman

maun be a gentleman, but I'm no sure; it's hard for a cobbler to ken a gentleman 'at comes til him wantin' shune; but he may be a ge

hert!" said Doory. "He's

led the way i

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