`` Was n't it a hard plight for poor Donald ? But he was a Scotchman , you know , and it 's pretty hard to stick a Scotchman long . Presently a twinkle came into his eyes , for he remembered that all was fair in love and war . So he said to Neil , oh , so persuasively , '' ` Have some more , man , have some more . ` Twill keep the heart in you in the teeth of that wind . Help yourself . There 's plenty more where that came from . ' `` Neil did n't want MUCH persuasion . He took some more , and said slyly , '' ` Is it going over the bay the night that yourself will be doing ? ' `` Donald shook his head . '' ' I had thought of it , ' he owned , ` but it looks a wee like a storm , and my sleigh is at the blacksmith 's to be shod . If I went it must be on Black Dan 's back , and he likes a canter over the ice in a snow-storm as little as I. His own fireside is the best place for a man to-night , Campbell . Have another taste , man , have another taste . ' `` Neil went on ` tasting , ' and that sly Donald sat there with a sober face , but laughing eyes , and coaxed him on . At last Neil 's head fell forward on his breast , and he was sound asleep . Donald got up , put on his overcoat and cap , and went to the door . '' ` May your sleep be long and sweet , man , ' he said , laughing softly , ` and as for the waking , ` twill be betwixt you and me . ' `` With that he untied Neil 's horse , climbed into Neil 's sleigh , and tucked Neil 's buffalo robe about him . '' ` Now , Bess , old girl , do your bonniest , ' he said . ` There 's more than you know hangs on your speed .
If the XXXXX wakes too soon Black Dan could show you a pair of clean heels for all your good start .
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