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 "Weel done, Jock,” cried . "Wha’s feared?—for me, as long as I hae use o’ my legs, and guid sea-room, I fear  man;—as for that co’artly fallow,  he’s aye startin’ questions, an’s feared o’s  shadow. He was tryin’ before to mak us there was some ill in takin’ beans i’ die Sunday when ilka body kens we’ve naething else to do an’ begude to talk about, and , the Edinburgh  that were hangit, just as we were doin’ ony  like them; and because we winna gae o’er, now tries to frighten us; an’ cares nae a farthin for either him or his beans.—Gang wha will,  determined no to flinch till my pouches are  weel lined, in spite o’ fate."

"Then," said, “ according to what say, ye wadna be frighten’d though it was  just now. D’ye mind what a fright ye  yon Sunday forenoon when we war gaen to  turnips?" "O! aye," said, " ye ken I had a sair fit that time; but this is a night, , an’ there’s nae fear o’ thun’er  lightning either, ma man; and I’m as sure  we hae naething to be fear’d for just now, as  that ’ was speakin’ nonsense when  begude wi’ his palaver about an e’e seein’ us,  I ran awa’ wi the auld wife’s cloak, whan she  after us for daddin’ her cabbage at halloween,  though it was dark. This was the first time fell in wi’ him, an’ I wish we had never  ony thing about him, for he’s aye fear’d for  or ither—I wonder he disna try to