flowmoss

(These last words she spoke under her breath, and with very strong emphasis.) “The night,” she said, “was fair abune head — a night amang the heather wad caller our bloods — we might sleep in our claes, as mony a gude blade does in the scabbard — there wasna muckle flowmoss in the shaw, if we took up our quarters right, and we might pit up our horses to the hill, naebody wad say naething against it.”

Rob Roy 2005

--- we might sleep in our claes, as mony a gude blade does in the scabbard --- there wasna muckle flowmoss in the shaw, if we took up our quarters right, and we might pit up our horses to the hill, naebody wad say naething against it. ''

Rob Roy 1887

(These last words she spoke under her breath, and with very strong emphasis.) "The night," she said, "was fair abune head -- a night amang the heather wad caller our bloods -- we might sleep in our claes, as mony a gude blade does in the scabbard -- there wasna muckle flowmoss in the shaw, if we took up our quarters right, and we might pit up our horses to the hill, naebody wad say naething against it."

Rob Roy — Volume 02 Walter Scott 1801

(These last words she spoke under her breath, and with very strong emphasis.) "The night," she said, "was fair abune head -- a night amang the heather wad caller our bloods -- we might sleep in our claes, as mony a gude blade does in the scabbard -- there wasna muckle flowmoss in the shaw, if we took up our quarters right, and we might pit up our horses to the hill, naebody wad say naething against it."

Rob Roy — Complete Walter Scott 1801