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 (7) Preſerve's! quoth he I'm like to choak Wi' thrift. an't maun hae a drink; will gang down the ſtair I think, An grappie for the water pail- O! for a waught o cauler ale!". Shiny grips til him, an' ſays " Na, vinna lat you gang ava; Wow will ye gang at leave me here Llane, to die wi perfect fear? Rile ant mang wi' me then," quoth Thrummy, e ſenſeleſs good for niething bummey : m only gain to ſeek ſome water, will be back juſt in a clatter." Gay John, “I'll rather ly; at as I'm likewiſe ſomething dry, il ye can get a jogs or cap, Felh up to me a little drap."- y, ay," quoth Thrummy," that I will, Itho ye ſudna get a gill ne down he gaei to ſeek a drink; n fyne, he thinks he fees a blink "light, that ſhone upo' the floor, ut-through the lock hole o' a door, Whilk was na faſt but ſtood ajee : Whatever there, he thinks he'll fee; b bauldly o'er the threſhold ventures, ind in within the cellar enters. diat, Reader, judge of his ſurpriſe, "hen there he ſaw with wond'ring eyes, ſpacious vault, weel ſtor'd with calks Preaming ale.-an' ſome big flaſks. In ſtride leg o'er a caſk o' ale, faw the lik neſs o' himſelf, ti' the dreſs that he cooft aff,