lass”. He must have been dreaming, he got up and started toward the road again, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a light. He was sure it was one of the workman’s sheds that kept the game keepers tools, but he was grateful and with a new sense of renewed strength he walked on through the woods, till he reached, to his surprise what was a cottage. There was light on and smoke coming from the chimney. Of course it must be the new people who have come up to work for the laird in the big house. Jock knocked on the door with his fist, and shouted “Anyone there”!?
The door opened and a middle-aged woman stood there with a huge grin on her face. “Will ye no look at yerself old yin, yer frozen stiff”. Come away in with yerself and sit by the fire. Jock nodded his head with gratefulness and sat by the roaring but welcoming fire. “Whit brings you out on a night like this”? the woman asked in a strong Scottish accent. “Gathering wood”, chattered jock through his clattering teeth forgot about the time, and the snow came on”. “Och ye poor man” ye were lucky ta stumble on our wee cottage” she said handing Jock a well received glass of rum. “Eye, yes indeed” said Jock drinking the rum in one go and looking hopefully for another one. I’m Mary and