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N Wednesday Sept. 13. 1769, between 3 and 4 o’clock afternoon, I went into a little wood, called North-woodside, situated between 2 and 3 miles to the north-west of Glasgow, with a design to gather a few hazel nuts.— I had not been in the wood above 15 minutes, nor gather'd more than ten nuts, before I unfortunately fell into an old coal pit, exactly 51 feet deep, which had been made through a solid rock. I was some little time insensible. On recovering my recollection, I found myself sitting nearly as a taylor does at his work, the blood flowing pretty fast from my mouth! I thought I had broken a blood-vessel, and, consequently, had not long to live, but, to my great comfort, I soon discovered that the blood proceeded from a wound in my tongue, which I supposed I had bitten in my fall. Looking at my watch, it was ten minutes past four, and getting up, I surveyed my limbs, and, to my inexpressible joy, found that not one of them was broken. I was soon reconciled to my situation, having from my childhood thought that something very extraordinary was to happen do me in the course of my life; and I had not the least doubt of being relieved in the morning: for, the wood being but small,