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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 99, November 15, 1890

Author: Various

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Language: English

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOLUME 99.

NOVEMBER 15, 1890.

MR. PUNCH'S PRIZE NOVELS.

NO. VI.--THRUMS ON THE AULD STRING.

(_By_ J. MUIR KIRRIE, _Author of "A Door on Thumbs," "Eight Bald
Fiddlers" "When a Man Sees Double," "My Gentleman Meerschaum," &c._

[With this story came a glossary of Scotch expressions. We
have referred to it as we went along, and found everything
quite intelligible. As, however, we have no room to publish
the glossary, we can only appeal to the indulgence of our
readers. The story itself was written in a very clear,
legible hand, and was enclosed in a wrapper labelled, "Arcadia
Mixture. Strength and Aroma combined. Sold in Six-shilling
cases. Special terms for Southrons. Liberal allowance for
returned empties."]

CHAPTER I.

We were all sitting on the pig-sty at T'NOWHEAD'S Farm. A pig-sty
is not, perhaps, a strictly eligible seat, but there were special
reasons, of which you shall hear something later, for sitting on this
particular pig-sty.

The old sow was within, extended at full length. Occasionally she
grunted approval of what was said, but, beyond that, she seemed to
show but a faint interest in the proceedings. She had been a witness
of similar gatherings for some years, and, to tell the truth, they had
begun to bore her, but, on the whole, I am not prepared to deny that
her appreciation was an intelligent one. Behind us was the brae. Ah,
that brae! Do you remember how the child you once were sat in
the brae, spinning the peerie, and hunkering at I-dree I-dree I
droppit-it? Do you remember that? Do you even know what I mean? Life
is like that. When we are children the bread is thick, and the butter
is thin; as we grow t