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A FORMER laird of Brotherton was on all occasions a man of few words. He

had a favorite tame goose, and for hours together Brotherton and his

silent companion sat by the fireside opposite to each other. On one

occasion a candidate for the representation of the county in Parliament

called upon him to solicit his vote, and urged his request with much

eloquence; to all which the laird replied only by nods and smiles,

without saying a word. When, however, the candidate was gone, he looked

across to his goose, and emphatically remarked, I'm thinkin' yon windy

chiel'll no tell muckle that you and I said till him.



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