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    A Highlander was summoned to the bedside of his dying father. When he arrived the old man was fast nearing his end. For a while he remained unconscious of his son's presence. Then at last the old man's eyes opened, and he began to murmur. The son bent eagerly to listen.

    "Dugald," whispered the parent, "Luckie Simpson owes me five shilling."

    "Ay, man, ay," said the son eagerly.

    "An" Dugal More owes me seven shillins."

    "Ay," assented the son.

    "An' Hamish McCraw owes me ten shillins."

    "Sensible tae the last," muttered the delighted heir. "Sensible tae the last."

    Once more the voice from the bed took up the tale.

    "An', Dugald, I owe Calum Beg two pounds."

    Dugald shook his head sadly.

    "Wanderin' again, wanderin' again," he sighed. "It's a peety."



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