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 33 THE PROCEEDINGS OF

Now when they brought out the corpſe, John told th people they were welcome to hand a cheek o' his auld mither waſt the gate; and being laid right on the ſpakes, ha, ha, quoth he, this is a braw honeſty indeed, its mair boukle, nor my bridle was, but when they came to the grave, it was o'er ſhort and ſtrait about the mouth, which ſet John in a great paſſion, ſaying, a ſoul fa your naughty faſhions maſter bell-man, did not I packſhon wi' you for the bried o' my mither's back and the length o' her carkage, an this hole winna haud her! thou's get nae mair o' my change if I lude die the morn

Uncle Robbie Whiſht, whiſht, ſtir, the fude be day o' murning for your mither, didna flyte here.

Jock. What the vengeance uncle, fudna fouks di when they're auld? an' am to pay for a hole and ge but haf a hole; that's the thing that vexes me, but I'ſe keep twopence out o' his trencher for't, an' fe will cen; but gang ye hame uncle, to get cog and cap for the dradgy, and I'll ſee her get fair play or I gae.

Hame they came in a croud and fell to the cheeſe ane cheeks of leaves tuth and nail, the ale was handed abou in cogs and caps, laſhing it down o'er like bletcher watering their webs; John blu ter'd in the cog like; cow in warm water, till the barm and bubbles cam belling out at hi, noſe, ſaying, guid health to you a round about, an' ſhoon an' ſhortly may we a' gang th gate my mither's gane, an' I with them a burying amang dogs that ſpeaks againſt it.

About eight and twenty weeks thereafter, Maggy had a wally weame fu' o' weans to bear, an' ay whan ſh cryed, John cryed, which made a' the kimmers and auld Katty, the howdie, laugh heartily to hear them.

Katty. Here now, John, your wife's brought to be wi' a bra lad bairn, gie him your bleſſing.

Jock. Well I wat he's no want that, but an there had a been as muckle din at the getting him, as a the bearing o' him, it ſude ne'er a been gotten for me Come, come, gets in uncle Robbie, the corn riddle of the three mucket ſcones, whang down the cheeſe lik