Thamas Crann, do ye believe, wi' a' yer heart an' sowl, that the deid man--Gude be wi' him --" "No prayin' for the deid i' my hearin', George As the tree falleth, so it shall lie." "Weel weel I didna mean onything." "That I verily believe. Ye seldom do " "But I jist want to speir," resumed George, with some asperity, getting rather nettled at his companion's persistent discourtesy, "gin ye believe that Jeames Anderson here, honest man, aneath our feet, crumblin' awa', as ye ken, and no ae spoke o' his wheel to the fore, or lang, to tell what his cart was like--do ye believe that his honest face will, ae day, pairt the mouls, an' come up again, jist here, i' the face o' the light, the verra same as it vanished whan we pat the lid ower him? Do ye believe that, Thamas Crann?"