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10 Beside the narrow escapes mentioned in the relation given of him in the Cloud of Witnesses, there were other four as follows, 1. His horse was shot beneath him at Linlithgow bridge, and he very narrowly escaped their bloody hands. 2. At Loudon hill, which is before me to give an account of. 3. At the Queensferry, June 3d 1680; when he, with Henry Hall of Haughhead, that worthy Christian gentleman, were upon their way from Borrowstounness to the Queensferry, these two sons of Belial, the curates of Borrowstounness and Carriden, walking upon the sea side, knew Mr. Cargill, and went in haste to Middleton, governor of Blackness, and informed him. He ordered his soldiers to come after him: he followed hard to the Ferry, and got notice where they lighted came in, and pretended great kindness, pressing them to take a glass of wine, until his men came up; then drew his sword, saying, they were his prisoners. Haughhead drew his sword to defend themselves. The women in the town gathered; one of them held Haughhead, to save him. One Thomas George, a waiter there, behind his back, struck him on the head with the doghead of his carabin, and broke his skull. The women carried him off, and some of them supported him to Echlen, near half a mile to the house of Robert Phunton, my brother in-law, who was banished with Mr. Peden. The house of Binns being near, Thomas Dalziel's dwelling-place, (that bloody tyrant, who was general of the forces twenty years,) and he having got notice, came in great haste and fury, threatning great ruin to that family for taking in the rebel; and carried him back to the Ferry, and kept him all night. There is an old Christian woman (yet alive) who waited upon him all night, which was a weary night, he not being able to speak to her, passing all his brains at his nostrils, and died next morning by the way going to Edinburgh. None can give an account how they disposed on his corpse.

Mr. Cargill in that confusion escaped sorely wounded, and crept into some secret place in the south side of the town. A very ordinary woman found him lying bleeding, took her head clothes and tied up his wounds in his head, and conducted him to James Phunton's in Carlowrie; he being a stranger, and knew not who were friends or foes;