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 24 THE PROCEEDINGS OF

oil, which made a brave ſappy breakfaſt for Jockey and his mither; and Maggy got the cog to feart.

The broſe being done and a' thing ready, he halters the black, mare, lays on the funks and a covering, fine furniture for a country wife.

Jockey mounts and his mither behind him, trots awa', till coming down the brae abune John Davie' well; the auld beaſt being unfiery o' the feet, ſhe fun dred before, the, girth and curple brake, Jockey tumbled o'er her lugs, and his mother out o'er him in the well wi' a flung.

Jock. Ay, ay, mither, tho' I fell ye needna faun abun me, an' gin ye had lyne whar ye lighted firſt, ye wa na tumbl'd into the well; its an unco thing that a bod canna get a fa' but ye maun fa' abune them: auld rud doch it thou is, thou might a hauden better by the rumple an' ye wadna a bruiſed a' my back wi' your aul hard banes, nor a wat a' yourſel fae, and ſee how y hae drummel'd a' John Davie's well.

Moth. Hech, quo ſhe, I wonder gin I be kill'd, the always was wont to get the word of a good rider, bait upon huſſies and horſes, an' this be thy managemen thou's little worth; fell'd the auld banes it he thee ſic a bath as I hae gotten to my Yool, thou coudn giene a war bed nor a water hole in a cauld froll morning: wae be to thee an' that ill gotten gett o' thin O! let never better bounty be gotten wi' byſtarts ge ting, an' this is ſo much for the fruits o' fornication, war france nor a black ſtool yet.

Jock. Let's a be now wi' your auld taunts about b ſtarts getting, or I'ſe gie you the wind o' my mare's ta an' gar you wammel hame an' a' your wate coats abo you.

Moth. Na, na, my man Johny, haud the auld ja till I loup on, we came together, and we's gang tog ther, we fall ſee thy byſtart and its mither or we g hame.

Jock. Wi' a' my heart, mither, but yonder the hou ap' the hens on't, the lum's reeking rairly, but little k they wha's coming.