I did pretty well with the Scotchman, who has a heart, though it's stowed away in oatmeal, but this is home.
Among my English associates, as I call them, was a young Scotchman, of about five-and-twenty.
But the Scotchman's conscience plagues him; he must needs be truthful.
It is demonstrable, however, that the Scotchman could not have been the imitator.
With no little pride the Scotchman led the newcomers over the pasture, pointing out the finest blooded creatures in the flock.
A Scotchman who put up at an inn, was asked in the morning how he slept.
And for another we are going to hope that a real court will not be so obstinately suspicious as this Scotchman.
The Scotchman also was unwearied in his attention to my comfort.
I tried it, and not being a Scotchman, found it horrible, and fell back upon the patient ass.
The Scotchman was not; the Englishman was not; the Frenchman still slept.