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 being a froſty night, her coats was a frozen about her, and the hard haren ſark plaid claſh between her legs like a wet diſhclout, her teeth gaed like a rattle bag till about half gaet hame, than ſhe was ſiiezed wi' a rumling in her meikle bag what wi' kintry fouks ca's a ruſh i' the guts Jocky was faſh'd helping her aff and helping her on, foul fat and dirty was the road, having like half a l---d at every tadder length.

Jock Indeed mither, I doubt death has ſomething to do wi' you, for there is a rumbling in a your wame like an auld wife kirning.

Mith. Hout, tout I canna hear o't, by they'll be nae fear o' me now, I'm ſafe at my ain door, thanks to the and the auld heaſt it brought me; heat my feet wi the bannock ſtane, an lay me in my bed, fling four pair o' blankets and a caunes on me, I'll be weel enough ance I were better, ſweith Maggy gae make me a cog fu' o' an a plack's worth o' ſpice in them, nae fear o' an aul wife as lang as ſhe's louſe behind, an can tack meat,

Jock, I ſe be't mither, a e'n fill up the boſs o' your belly, you'll ſtand to the ſtorm the better, I'ſe warrant ye never die as lang aaas [sic] ye can take your meat.

Ben comes Maggy wi' the broſe; but four ſoups and a flag filled her to the, till ſhe began to bock them back again, an ding awa' the diſh.

jock. I mither, mither, I doubt there's mair ado wi' you nor a diſh to lick; whan ye refuſe good milk mea, I am doubtfu' your mouth be gaun to the mules.