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17 tered bairn, wi' their stinking stuff, a meiklc de’il ding the doup out o’ their caldron, my curse come on them and their whisky pots, it has brunt him a- live, ay. ay, my bairn’s gone

but about the break of day his wind broke like the bursting of bladder ; O happy deliverance ! cried- Mary his mi- ther, though dirt bodes luck, and foul farts files the blankets, I wiih ne’er war be amang us. The next thing that did Sawny good, was three mutchkins of milk made into thin brose, and a fine , pickle pepper in them ; yet he had a foughing in his lugs, like a saw-mili an’ every thing gade round obout with him | all that day, when his mither got him out ot bed in the muckle chair, a pair of blankets about his shoulders, a cod at his back, and a het brick to his soles to gar him true he was nae well; and j there he sat like a lying-in-wife, crack- ing like a Hollander, and ate twa dead herrin and a crust, telling a' the out nob in about his bridal, and whan it wal to be ; for he had gotten every body’s I consent but the bride’s about it.

Mither But Sawny man that’s the main thing, ye maun ha’e that too