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PART III

Poor Sawny had a terrible night o't stood in his Head, his wame caddied like ony milk c»w s. and his puddings cracked like a wheen oaddocks in a pool: his maither. rocket and wrung her hands crying, a wae be to the wife that brew'd it for I have lost a well fostered bairn wi their stinking stuff ; a mei- kle deciding the doup out o‘ the caudron; my curre come on whom and their whisky- pots it's brunt him alive ay ay, my bairn has gone
 * fair head and a sick heart, his een.

But about the break of day, his wind brak like the bursting of a bladder  O happy deliverance cried Mary his mither : though dirt bodies. *uck, and foul farts file the blank- ets with never waur be among us  The next thing that did Sawny good, was three mutchkins of milk made into thin brose, and every thing gade round about wi‘ him as that day his mither got him out of bed an' push him in the muckle chair, wi a pair of blankets about his shoulders, a cod at his back and a hot brick o his soles, to gar him trow he was nae well; and there he sat like a lying-in-wife, cracking like a dol-