cairt

Bundled intae a horse an 'cairt an' ta'en tae the Seton Dean, man.

Seton's Lassie 2001

I wudna winder to see him some day wi 'Donal' yokit i 'the tattie-cairt wi' his heid ower the fore-end o't, an 'the hurdles o' him whaur his heid shud be.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

Sandy ga'e him a clap on the hurdles to quieten him, but aye the hent feet o 'him played skelp on the boddom o' the cairt, till I thocht he wudda haen't ca'd a 'to bits.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

I believe in the bawbees afore the tatties leave the back door o 'the cairt.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

"Man, that raley snecks a 'green thing; it fair cowps the cairt ower onything ever I heard," says Sandy, gien his nose a dicht wi 'the back o' his hand.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

The tatties were fleein 'ower the back door o' the cairt, an 'the scales were rattlin' an 'reeshlin' like an earthquake; an 'there was Sandy, bare-heided, up to the knees amon' his tatties, ruggin 'an' roarin ', like the skipper

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

"Cadger Gowans an 'me's haen a swap," says Sandy, climbin 'oot at the back o' the cairt, an 'jookin' awa 'roond canny-weys to the horse's heid.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

He cam 'thrash doon on the kribstane there i' the noo, an 'when I ran anower to see if he was ony waur, he juist gae me impidence, an' said he cud come doon aff his cairt ony wey he liket.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

He got up on the front efter a while, an 'ga'e the reinds a tit, an' Princie began to do a bit jeeg, garrin 'Sandy bowse aboot on the front o' the cairt like's he was foo.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond

For years he reg'larly flang the stable key ower the gate efter he'd brocht oot Donal 'an' the cairt.

My Man Sandy J. B. Salmond