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 Aneath, and yont his bed, and up the lum, But naething could he see, ware than himsel', A clear peat ingle bleez'd on the hearthstane, 'Fore 'gainst whilk Bawty crap, wagging his tail, Turned him about, and laid-him crus’ly down, Thinkin' of neither bogles nor the storm. "Gilbert, gude night———soun' sleep, and a blyth mornin', Quo' the gudeman-and partin' steek'd the door Gibby said naething, but look'd wondrous dowf, Fast as he could howsoever into bed, He gat amang the claise, out o'er the lugs, An' sain'd himsel' and swat wi' perfect fright, Hard luck, alack! that the poor simple lad, Wha ne'er was harsh to neither man-n or beast, And wadna hurt the very de'il himsel', Wi' guests should be distvrbed. ——— {{em)){{em}}{{em}}The auld door Risp'd on its rusty bands. Poor Gibby glowr'{{illegible}} Bawty set up a lang and scarsome howl, An' cour'd aneath the bed; when strange to tell The fire flaughts glanc'd sae clear aronnd {{illegible}} {{em}}room, Ye might ha'e gather'd drins, the thunner rain An' wi' an elritch skirl, a fell like sight, Wi' blude a' barken'd, ghosty, staulk'd alang, Steer'd up the ingle, ga’e a lang how grave; An' shook its bloody pow, and thrice it pass'd, Wi' slaw and heavy step, by Gibby's bed, {{block centre/e}}