about midnight
Tammy had a habit , common in half-wits , of talking loudly to himself , and as he filled his keschie he declaimed in Yaspard 's hearing -- `` Na , na ! I ken wha wad get the raiding-strake -LSB- 2 -RSB- if I was to gie them the run o ' the raubit-house ; and where wad a ' my night-sports be ? and what wad come o ' the Trows if I let the boys rumble ower a ' ? '' As he piled the peats he went on talking in a disconnected , and to Yaspard , very incomprehensible , manner about midnight revels and strange beings who doubtless had a certain kind of existence in Tammy 's imagination . Only one thing he said attracted the boy 's serious attention , and remained in his recollection to throw light on future events . As Tammy raised the keschie to his shoulder he exclaimed in a kind of exultation , `` They think me a puir ` natural , ' that can do nae gude to man or beast , but for a ' that it 's myself that 's pit mair light upon wir isle as ever men and money will pit , though the Laird -- puir body -- speaks aboot it evermair , and evermair will speak . Yea , yea !