A SCOTCH EFFORT WITH THE LONG-BOW.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIV, Issue 41, 17 February 1879, Page 4

A SCOTCH EFFORT WITH THE LONG-BOW.

[" Harper' Magazine "] Concerning the lons-bow, no American effort cao surpass one tbat cornea to us from Scotland. It was aaid tbat Colonel Andrew M' Dowel), when he returned from the war, was ooe day walking along by (he Myrocb, *h'n he cme oo an old man sitting (jreeiiu' oo a muckle stane at tbereoisid-. Wben he came up iha old man rose, and took off his bonnet and said : •' Ye're welcome bame again, laird.'' "Thaok you," sail the Cjlonel ; adding, alter a pause, "I should surely know your face. Aren't you Nathan M'Culloch?" " Ye're richt, 'deed," aaid Nathan ; it's just me, laird." " You must be a good age, now, Natban," eays the Colonel. " I'm no vera aul' yet, laird," was ibe reply; "Pm jost turnt-a huoner." "A hundred?" says tbe colouel, masiog. " Well, you most be all that; But tbe idea of a man of a hundred -sitting blubbering tbat way ! Whatever could you get to' cry about ? " " It wbb my fa tber V lashed me air," said Nathan, bl obber in* .again, "an' he put me oot, so he did." "Your father!" said the colouel;) " is your father alive, yet ?" ! "Leeviu.! ay," replied Nathan ; "I ken't that the day, tae my sorrow." " Where is he ? ' says the colonel, what an age he must be ? I would like to see him." "Ob, hb's up in the barn there," eays Nathan ; "an' no in a horrid gude humor, the noo, aitber." Tbey weut up to the barn together, and found the father busy threshiog barley with the big flail, and tearing on fearful. Seeing Nathan and the laird coming in, he stopped and saluted I the c6lon^lj who, after enquiring bow j he was, asked him what he had struck j Nathan for. "The young rascal 1 " says the father, " there'-* nae dooin' wi him ; he's never oot o a mischief. I bad tae : lick him this morning' for throwing staoes at his grandfather I "