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e coffin handles, and the green banes and sic like, till he stoppit a wee to take breath.--What! are ye whistling to yoursell?" quoth Isaac to me, "and no hearing what's God's truth?" "Ou, ay," said I; "but ye didna tell me if onybody was cried last Sunday?"--I would have given every farthing I had made by the needle, to have been at that blessed time in my bed with my wife and wean. Ay, how I was gruing! I mostly chacked off my tongue in chittering.--But all would not do. "Weel, speaking of ghaists--when he was resting on his spade he looked up to the steeple, to see what o'clock it was, wondering what way Jock hadna come, when lo! and behold, in the lang diced window of the kirk yonder, he saw a lady a' in white, with her hands clasped thegither, looking out to the kirkyard at him. "He couldna believe his een, so he rubbit them with his sark sleeve, but she was still there bodily; and, keeping ae ee on her, and anither on his road to the yett, he drew his coat and hat to him below his arm, and aff like mad, throwing the shool half a mile ahint him. Jock fand that; for he was coming singing in at the yett, when his maister ran clean ower the tap o' him, and capsized him like a toom barrel; never stopping till he was in at his ain house, and the door baith bolted and barred at his tail. "Did ye ever hear the like of that, Mansie? Weel, man, I'll explain the hail history of it to ye. Ye see--'Od! how sound that callant's sleeping," continued Isaac; "he's snoring like a nine-year-auld!" I was glad he had stopped, for I was like to sink through the ground with fear; but no, it would not do. "Dinna ye ken--sauf us! what a fearsome night this is! The trees will be all broken. What a noise in the lum! I daresay there's some auld hag of a witch-wife gaun to come rumble doun't. It's no the first time, I'll swear. Hae ye a silver sixpence? Wad ye like that?" he bawled up the chimney. "Ye'll hae heard," said he, "lang ago, that a wee murdered wean was buried--didna ye hear a voice?--was buried below that corner--the hearth-stane there, where the laddie's lying on?" I had now lost my breath, so that I could not stop him. "Ye never heard tell o't, didna ye? Weel, I'se tell't ye--Sauf us, what swurls of smoke coming doun the chimley--I could swear something no canny's stopping up the lum head--Gang out, and see!" At that moment a clap like thunder was heard--the candle was driven over--the sleeping l
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