| Doric - ABN | Georgeson | didna say onythin, but thocht | |
| Doric - ABN | the war's deen ti her,' said | Georgeson | , the second mate. |
| Doric - ABN | gaed up ti the wheelhoose an | Georgeson | gied her the news. 'Fit's dee |
| Doric - ABN | Five ooers later, fan | Georgeson | an Mrs Cadwallader drifted as |
| Doric - ABN | aid. 'A lad she kent; a Harry | Georgeson | , the paper says he's jist bee |