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Title: Rab and His Friends
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RAB AND HIS FRIENDS
BY JOHN BROWN, M.D.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY HERMANN SIMON AND
EDMUND H. GARRETT.
PHILADELPHIA:
1890.
PREFACE.
Four years ago, my uncle, the Rev. Dr. Smith of Biggar, asked me to give
a lecture in my native village, the shrewd little capital of the Upper
Ward. I never lectured before; I have no turn for it; but Avunculus was
urgent, and I had an odd sort of desire to say something to these
strong-brained, primitive people of my youth, who were boys and girls
when I left them. I could think of nothing to give them. At last I said
to myself, "I'll tell them Ailie's story." I had often told it to
myself; indeed, it came on me at intervals almost painfully, as if
demanding to be told, as if I heard Rab whining at the door to get in or
out,--
"Whispering how meek and gentle he could be,"--
or as if James was entreating me on his death-bed to tell all the world
what his Ailie was. But it was easier said than done. I tried it over
and over, in vain. At last, after a happy dinner at Hanley--why are the
dinners always happy at Hanley?--and a drive home alone through
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