"Who are you?" said I, in no very gentle tone.
"Donal's my name, sir, an' if ye had an e'e for the tartan, ye'd
ken I was a Stuart."
"And what do you want here, Donald Stuart?"
"The verra question she'd be askin' ye'sel'--wha' gars ye tae
come gowkin' an' spierin' aboot here at sic an hour?"
"It is my intention to live here, for the future," said I.
"Hoot toot! ye'll be no meanin' it?"
"But I do mean it," said I.
"Eh, man! but ye maun ken the place is no canny, what wi' pixies,
an' warlocks, an' kelpies, forbye--"
"Indeed, they told me it was haunted, but I determined to see for
myself."
"Weel?"
"Well, I am glad to find it haunted by nothing worse than a
wandering Scots piper."
The Highlander smiled his wry smile, and taking out a snuff-box,
inhaled a pinch, regarding me the while.
"Ye're the first as ever stayed--after they'd heard the first
bit squeakie, tae find out if 't were a real bogle or no."
"But how in the world did you make such awful sounds?"
"I'm thinkin' it's the bit squeakie ye'll be meanin'?" he
inquired.
"Yes; how did you do it?"
"Oh, it's juist the pipes!" he answered, patting them
affectionately, "will I show ye the noo?"
"Pray do," said I. Hereupon he set the mouthpiece to his lips,
inflated the bag, stopped the vents with his fingers, and
immediately the air vibrated with the bubbling scream I have
already attempted to describe.
"Oh, man!" he exclaimed, laying the still groaning instrument
gently aside, "oh, man! is it no juist won'erful?"
"But what has been your object in terrifying people out of their
wits in this manner?"
"Sir, it's a' on account o' the snuff."
"Snuff!" I repeated.
"Juist that!" he nodded.
"Snuff," said I again; "what do you mean?"
The Piper smiled again--a slow smile, that seemingly dawned only
to vanish again; it was, indeed, if I may so express it, a grave
and solemn smile, and his nearest approach to mirth, for not once
in the days which followed did I ever see him give vent to a
laugh. I here also take the opportunity to say that I have
greatly modified his speech in the writing, for it was so broad
that I had much ado to grasp his meaning at times.