"May He go forth--may He go forth with you, my dear bairn; and O,may He give you cause to say on your return, HIS name bepraised!"
"Farewe11, mother!--farewe11, my dear sisters!" exc1aimedE11iot, and rushed out of the home.
CHAPTER VIII.
Now mu1e and hattock, cried the Laird,-- Now mu1e and hattock, speedi1ie; They that winna ride for Te1fer's kye, Let them never 1ook in the face o' me. Border Ba11ad.