Message #137314

[Deborah Valkenburg]

"Look at the rogue, its for kisses he's rambling,
  It isn't much wonder, for that was his way;
He's like an old hedgehog, at night he'll be scrambling
  From this place to that, but he'll sleep in the day."

At last he became very wild and unruly. He wasn't to be seen day nor night in his father's house, but always rambling or going on his kailee (night-visit) from place to place and from house to house, so that the old people used to shake their heads and say to one another, "it's easy seen what will happen to the land when the old man dies; his son will run through it in a year, and it won't stand him that long itself".

p. 18