whaup

The very birds seemed to shun these wastes, and no wonder, since they had an easy method of escaping from them; — at least I only heard the monotonous and plaintive cries of the lapwing and curlew, which my companions denominated the peasweep and whaup.

Rob Roy 2005

I canna depone to having ever seen ane mysell, but, I ance heard ane whistle ahint me in the moss, as like a whaup

The Black Dwarf 2004

"We're neither whaup nor deer," said she, shrugging her shoulders, "to live here wild the rest of our days."

Gilian The Dreamer His Fancy, His Love and Adventure Neil Munro

The silence, heavy and scented, was broken only by the far-away wheepling of a wakeful whaup and the grumbling of the burn near by, which bickered and hurried to be out in the open again on its way to the river.

The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner James C. Welsh

When the win 'sings high, and the sea-whaup's cry,

The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume V. The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century Various

Then the calm which follows the wake of the storm, the consciously averted eyes, and the very conscious breathing, which had in it something of shame; the almost aversion to speak or touch again, and over all, the deep silence of the moor, broken only by the burn and the whaup, and the thick cloud, kindly dark, that came over the moon.

The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner James C. Welsh

And far away the whaup wheepled in protest, the burn still grumbled, and the perfumes, and the sounds of the glen and all its beauty were as if they had never existed, and the thick cloud grew blacker over the face of the moon.

The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner James C. Welsh

As Robert approached manhood, he took more and more to the moors, wandering alone among the haunts of the whaup and other moor birds, wrestling with problems to which older heads never gave a thought, trying to understand life and to build from his heart and experience something that would be satisfying.

The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner James C. Welsh

"A brave lad, Hamish," says Dan; "he'll have listened to a 'the ghost and bogle and bawkin stories since he could creep, and yet he'll whistle himsel' safe ower the hill and be too proud tae run, an 'I'm thinkin' every muircock that craws, and every whaup that cries, out on the peat-hags, will be a bogle in his childish mind."

The McBrides A Romance of Arran John Sillars

She shut her eyes for a moment, and heard again the alarmed protest of the whaup, and the grumble of the burn; saw again the moonlight patterns upon the ground, as it flittered through the trees, like streams of fairy radiance cast from the magic wand of night and, above all, heard Peter's voice, praising her eyes, her hair, her figure.

The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner James C. Welsh