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 22 she draws up her smoke and lets fly in the good man's shirt tail, which awakened him in as great fright as he had been shot “ Ay, ay, what are ye about ?" “ What am I about," said she. “ Dear woman, you are filing the bed." “ Not I, goodman, for when my arse was my own I took care of it, and take ye care of it now, it is yours. “ O rise, woman, and clean the bed, and keep your arse and a’ the liberty ye had before, and more, if ye want it; feigh, what’s this, I’m a' dirt.”

A ships crew being one time, in great distress at sea, by reason of a violent, storm and being all fallen down to prayer, expecting every moment to go to the bot- tom. There happened to be an old gen- tleman, a passenger on board with them, who had a great big red nose, with drink- ing ale and whisky; and being all at their last prayers as they thought, a little boy burst out into a loud laughter. “ O thou thoughtless rogue," said the captain, “ what makes thee laugh, seeing us all on the point of perishing ?" “ Why,” said the boy, “ I cannot but laugh for to think