The Kimball Graphic

Courting In Scotland.

On the shores of Moray Firth--the spot need not be more specifically localized--there is a flourishing little village of some 1,400 inhabitants, consisting chiefly of fisher folk. The young man and maiden do not court in the orthodox fashion, according to Chambers' Journal. Their method is much more prosaic, and what is characteristic of one case may generally be accepted as characteristic of them all. There is, of course, an occasional instance of genuine, good old-fashioned courtship, but that is rather a rare exception.

"Mother," said one young man on his return from a successful herring fishing, "I'm goan to get merrid."

"Weel, Jeemes, a' think yo sh'd just gang an' ask your cousin Marack."

And as he had no particular preference he went straight away to ask her.

"Wall ye tak me, Marack?" was the brusque and business-like query which he put to the young woman in the presence of her sister Bella.

But Mary had promised her hand to another that same evening. "I canna tak yo, Jeemes," was her reply, and then, turning to her sister:

"Tak y'lim, Bella," and the sister took him.