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 gate, and that upon the ſame Bulk or Stall, the People of ſome Houſe, in the Alley of which the Houſe was a Corner, hearing a Bell, which they always rung before the Cart came, had laid a Body really dead of the Plague juſt by him, thinking too, that this poor Fellow had been a dead Body as the other was, and laid there by ſome of the Neighbours. Accordingly when John Hayward with his Bell and the Cart came along, finding two dead Bodies lie upon the Stall they took them up with the Inſtrument they uſed, and threw them into the Cart; and all this while the Piper ſlept ſoundly. From hence they paſſed along, and took in other dead Bodies, till, as honeſt John Hayward told me, they almoſt burried him alive, in the Cart, yet all this While he ſlept ſoundly; at length the Cart came to the Place where the Bodies were to be thrown into the Ground, which, as I do remember, was at Mount-mill; and as the Cart uſually ſtopt ſome Time before they were ready to ſhoot out the melancholly Load they had in it, as ſoon as the Cart ſtop’d, the Fellow awaked, and ſtruggled a little to get his Head out from among the dead Bodies, when raiſing himſelf up in the Cart, he called out, ''Hey! where am I?'' This frighted the Fellow that attended about the Work, but after ſome Pauſe John Hayward recovering himſelf ſaid, ''Lord bleſs us. There’s ſome Body in the Cart not quite dead!'' So another call'd to him and ſaid, Who are you? the Fellow anſwered, ''I am the poor Piper. Where am I? Where are you! ſays Hayward; why, you are in the Dead-Cart, and we are a-going to bury you. But I an’t dead tho’, am I?'' ſays the Piper; which made them laugh a little, tho’ as John ſaid, they were heartily frighted at firſt; ſo they help’d the poor Fellow down, and he went about his Buſineſs. I know the Story goes, he ſet up his Pipes in the Cart, and frighted the Bearers, and others, ſo that they ran away; but John Hayward did not tell the Story ſo, nor ſay any Thing of his Piping at all; but