Far over the braes by Upperhill where Ewan would be getting set in his clothes […] the sheep were baaing in their winter buchts.

On inquiring of the hutkeeper, James McAuliffe, if he saw a man pass by dressed in a factory frock and straw hat and with a gun, he said the hutkeeper told a falsehood by stating that he saw a man answering this description pass by, and pretended to point out the road which he had run.

He exits quickly, looking like he's just seen the one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater. Some gooks are in there!

We’re going to stay home this year. No holidays. You can like it or lump it.