"Yonder fellow, who stops so impudently to look at us, as if he were engaged in the most lawful sport in the world -- I guess him, by his trotting hobbler, his rusty head piece with the cock's feather, and long two handed sword, to be the follower of some of the southland lords -- men who live so near the Southron, that the black jack is never off their backs, and who are as free of their blows as they are light in their fingers."

"My name is the Devil's Dick of Hellgarth, well known in Annandale for a gentle Johnstone.
I follow the stout Laird of Wamphray, who rides with his kinsman the redoubted Lord
of Johnstone, who is banded with the doughty Earl of Douglas; and the earl and the
lord, and the laird and I, the esquire, fly our hawks where we find our game, and
ask no man whose ground we ride over."

"the Annandale man added:
"And take you this to boot, to keep you in mind that you met the Devil's Dick, and to teach you another time to beware how you spoil the sport of any one who wears the flying spur on his shoulder."

"snapping his fingers and throwing his hand out with an air of defiance, spurred his horse into a neighbouring bog, through which he seemed to flutter like a wild duck, swinging his lure round his head, and whistling to his hawk all the while, though any other horse and rider must have been instantly bogged up to the saddle girths."
excerpted from The Fair Maid of Perth, by Sir Walter Scott