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[…] 'Ford!' cried John, in scorn. 'There'll be nae ford for you the nicht unless it was the ford o' the river Jordan. The burns are up and bigger than man ever saw them. It'll be a Beltane's E'en that a' folk will remember. They tell me that Gled valley is like a loch, and that there's an awesome heap o' folk drouned in the hills. Gin ye were ower the Mire, what about crossin' the Caulds and the Sker?' says he, for he jaloused he was going to Gledsmuir.
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'Ford!'
cried
John,
in
scorn.
'There'll
be
nae
ford
for
you
the
nicht
unless
it
was
the
ford
o'
the
river
Jordan.
The
burns
are
up
and
bigger
than
man
ever
saw
them.
It'll
be
a
Beltane's
E'en
that
a'
folk
will
remember.
They
tell
me
that
Gled
valley
is
like
a
loch,
and
that
there's
an
awesome
heap
o'
folk
drouned
in
the
hills.
Gin
ye
were
ower
the
Mire,
what
about
crossin'
the
Caulds
and
the
Sker?'
says
he,
for
he
jaloused
he
was
going
to
Gledsmuir.