Wee Gillis' father's people were Highlanders; his mother's people were Lowlanders, and he was faced with the problem of which he should be. So he went to visit first one set of relatives, then the other. And with one he learned to whistle for the cows, and with the other to hold his breath during stag hunts — and with both his lung power grew. So when the chance came, he proved himself as a topnotch bagpiper and acceptable to both sides.