The fourth brother, Dand, was a shepherd to his trade, and by starts, when he could bring his mind to it, excelled in the business.Nobody could train a dog like Dandie; nobody, through the peril of great storms in the winter time, could do more gallantly.But if his dexterity were exquisite, his diligence was but fitful; and he served his brother for bed and board, and a trifle of pocket-money when he asked for it.He loved money well enough, knew very well how to spend it, and could make a shrewd bargain when he liked.But he preferred a vague knowledge that he was well to windward to any counted coins in the pocket; he felt himself richer so.Hob would expostulate: "I'm an amature herd." Dand would reply, "I'll keep your sheep to you when I'm so minded, but I'll keep my liberty too.Thir's no man can coandescend on what I'm worth."Clein would expound to him the miraculous results of compound interest, and recommend investments."Ay, man?" Dand would say; "and do you think, if I took Hob's siller, that I wouldna drink it or wear it on the lassies? And, anyway, my kingdom is no of this world.Either I'm a poet or else I'm nothing." Clem would remind him of old age."I'll die young, like, Robbie Burns," he would say stoutly.No question but he had a certain accomplishment in minor verse.His "Hermiston Burn," with its pretty refrain -"I love to gang thinking whaur ye gang linking, Hermiston burn, in the howe;"his "Auld, auld Elliotts, clay-cauld Elliotts, dour, bauld Elliotts of auld," and his really fascinating piece about the Praying Weaver's Stone, had gained him in the neighbourhood the reputation, still possible in Scotland, of a local bard; and, though not printed himself, he was recognised by others who were and who had become famous.Walter Scott owed to Dandie the text of the "Raid of Wearie" in the MINSTRELSY;and made him welcome at his house, and appreciated his talents, such as they were, with all his usual generosity.The Ettrick Shepherd was his sworn crony; they would meet, drink to excess, roar out their lyrics in each other's faces, and quarrel and make it up again till bedtime.And besides these recognitions, almost to be called official, Dandie was made welcome for the sake of his gift through the farmhouses of several contiguous dales, and was thus exposed to manifold temptations which he rather sought than fled.He had figured on the stool of repentance, for once fulfilling to the letter the tradition of his hero and model.His humorous verses to Mr.Torrance on that occasion - "Kenspeckle here my lane I stand" - unfortunately too indelicate for further citation, ran through the country like a fiery cross - they were recited, quoted, paraphrased, and laughed over as far away as Dumfries on the one hand and Dunbar on the other.
These four brothers were united by a close bond, the bond of that mutual admiration - or rather mutual hero-worship - which is so strong among the members of secluded families who have much ability and little culture.Even the extremes admired each other.Hob, who had as much poetry as the tongs, professed to find pleasure in Dand's verses; Clem, who had no more religion than Claverhouse, nourished a heartfelt, at least an open-mouthed, admiration of Gib's prayers; and Dandie followed with relish the rise of Clem's fortunes.Indulgence followed hard on the heels of admiration.The laird, Clem, and Dand, who were Tories and patriots of the hottest quality, excused to themselves, with a certain bashfulness, the radical and revolutionary heresies of Gib.By another division of the family, the laird, Clem, and Gib, who were men exactly virtuous, swallowed the dose of Dand's irregularities as a kind of clog or drawback in the mysterious providence of God affixed to bards, and distinctly probative of poetical genius.To appreciate the simplicity of their mutual admiration it was necessary to hear Clem, arrived upon one of his visits, and dealing in a spirit of continuous irony with the affairs and personalities of that great city of Glasgow where he lived and transacted business.The various personages, ministers of the church, municipal officers, mercantile big-wigs, whom he had occasion to introduce, were all alike denigrated, all served but as reflectors to cast back a flattering side-light on the house of Cauldstaneslap.The Provost, for whom Clem by exception entertained a measure of respect, he would liken to Hob."He minds me o' the laird there," he would say."He has some of Hob's grand, whunstane sense, and the same way with him of steiking his mouth when he's no very pleased." And Hob, all unconscious, would draw down his upper lip and produce, as if for comparison, the formidable grimace referred to.The unsatisfactory incumbent of St.Enoch's Kirk was thus briefly dismissed: "If he had but twa fingers o' Gib's, he would waken them up." And Gib, honest man!
