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 ( 10 ) Then wi' his fit he kick'd the ba', Gord her play ſtott againſt the wa'. Quick then as lightning frae the sky, The ſpretres with a herrid., All va iti' in a clap o' thun'er While Thrummy at infam did won'er. Th room was quit now and mark, An' Thrummy ſtiping in his fatk; Glaumping the gate back till his bed, He thinks he hears a perſon tread; An' ere he gat without the door, The ghaiſt again food him before, And in his face cid ftar ng fand, Wi a big candle in its hand. Quoth Thrummy, " Friend, I want to know What brings you frae the ſhades below: I in my mak rs name, command You tell your ſtory juſt aff-band: Fat wad ye hae? Mi do my beſt For you, to let you be at reſt. Then ſays the ghaiſt. 'Tis thirty year Since I've been doom'd to wander here: In a' that time there has been none Behav'd fae bold as you hae done ; Sae if you'll do a job for me, Diſturbance mais il never gie. "- "Say on your tale, quoth Thrummy, I, To do you juſtice fore wil try"- " Theo mark me well the ghaiſt replied, An' ye ſhall ſoon been ſatisfied: Frae this aback near ſotty year. I o' this place was overſeer, When this Laird's father had the land, A'thing was then at any con mard: Wi' pow's to do as I thought its