I've traveled some, Em, in my time, and you hain't; an' that makes a difference atween
Happen I shall do the coortin' an' the religion both together, as YE do, Seth; but ye wouldna ha' me get converted an' chop in atween
ye an' the pretty preacher, an' carry her aff?"
I drink to our better friendship, hoping that a little horse-flesh may leave no heart-burnings atween
ye're a raight nowt; and shoo's another; and that poor lad 'll be lost atween
The truth lies atween
you: you're both right and both wrong, as I allays say.
The Moravians have teached ye better, I hope; the Lord preserve me if the powder hasn’t flashed atween
his legs, and the skin of his back is roasting.
If," he continued, laying his finger on his cheek, like one who considered deeply all sides of the embarrassing situation in which he found himself,--"if an invention could be framed, which would set these Siouxes and the brood of the squatter by the ears, then might we come in, like the buzzards after a fight atween
the beasts, and pick up the gleanings of the ground--there are Pawnees nigh us, too!
'one on 'em's got his legs on the table, and is a-drinking brandy neat, vile the t'other one--him in the barnacles--has got a barrel o' oysters atween
his knees, which he's a-openin' like steam, and as fast as he eats 'em, he takes a aim vith the shells at young dropsy, who's a sittin' down fast asleep, in the chimbley corner.'
It sheered through hum like so much butter, down atween
the eyes, an' along the middle of hum, so that one leg an' arm was fast tull the one piece of hum, an' one leg an' arm fast tull the other piece of hum.
The society balls in the lairds' diaries hid invitations atween
neeborin mansions an castles an I hae mony a story fae the bands at play't weel intae the sma oors as the dancers socht time an again - "Let's have the Highland reel once more" - the steps I'se warn gettin mair kerfuffl't at ilka furl.
and now the snaw is up to their verra chins; and the bit bonny, braw, stiff, fause shirt-collars, that they were sae proud o' stickin' at their chafts, are as hard as ir'n, for they've gotten a sair Scotch starchin',--and the fierce North cares nothing for their towsy hair a smellin' wi' Kalydor and Macassar, no whit indeed, but twurls it a' into ravelled hanks, till the frozen mops bear nae earthly resemblance to the ordinary heads o' Cockneys--and hoo indeed should they, lying in sic an unnatural and out-o'-the-way place for them, as the moors atween
Dalnacardoch and Dalwhinnie?
Little Annie's greetin' tae, Sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae, But gie them a penny atween
them twae, Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy.