Susan McConnel – The Shearers Ball
We were all expressly happy, when McTavish who had been drinking, suddenly appeared and began to amble around by himself, jostling everybody in his wake. He bumped against me and insulted my partner, who happened to be the wife of an overseer, and a comely young woman too. As quick as a postman’s knock, I hit McTavish on his bunker and he lay on his back on the floor, them the crowd came in and hustled him out. He was disposed to get up a row and we were enemies ever after.