Highman

If not riding for life, that he is riding for immortality; and as the hero may perchance feel (for even a highman may feel like a hero), when he willingly throws away his existence in the hope of earning a glorious name, […]

So the highman sent to the King, asking him to purchase the wool for his troops at a bargain price. "But the highman did not know that rain in the west hills had caused a blight of wool rot on the sheep there. […]"

"He had a couple of bales of crooked dice, a highman and a lowman and one with a bristle on the pip, but he hasn't the way of using them properly yet. […]"