midday
At this I protested so strongly that I think she believed me honest , for she took the money and gave me a warm new plaid for it , and an old hat of her man 's . She showed me how to wrap the plaid around my shoulders , and when I left that cottage I was the living image of the kind of Scotsman you see in the illustrations to Burns 's poems . But at any rate I was more or less clad . It was as well , for the weather changed before midday to a thick drizzle of rain . I found shelter below an overhanging rock in the crook of a burn , where a drift of dead brackens made a tolerable bed . There I managed to sleep till nightfall , waking very cramped and wretched , with my shoulder gnawing like a toothache . I ate the oatcake and cheese the old wife had given me and set out again just before the darkening .