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P A R T III.
NOW Wise Willy was so admired for his just judg- ment in cutting off the sow’s nose that my Lord in a mocking manner, made him burly Bailie of Bucky- hine. Lang Sandy was provost, and John Thums the weaver, was dean of guild, but Witty Eppie had ay the calling vote in a’ their courts and controversies
There happened one day a running horse to stand
at one of their doors, and a child going about, the hore trampled on the childs foot, which caused the poor child to cry, the mother came running in a pas- sion, crying a wae be to you for a ’orse it ere ye was born of a woman, filthy barbarian brute it t'ou is set- ting your muckle iron luse on my bairns wee fittie od sir, I’ll rive the hair out o’ your head gripping the horse by the mane and the twa lugs, cuffing his chasts as if he had been her fellow crea- ture, crying, be go- laddie, I’ll gar you as good, I'll tak you before Wise Willy the bailie, and he’ll cut aff your hand wi’ da iron luse, an dan you will be cripple, and gang thro’ the kintry on a barrow, or on twa shule staffs like Rob the Randy, an’ a meal pock a- bout your neck: Her neighbour wise hearing and see- ing what past, cried, A you fool taupy, what gars you say dat a horse was born o’ a woman, do ye think that a ’orfe has a fadder or a midder like you or me, or ony body about; a what way do they come to the warld dan? A ye fool taupy divna they whalp like the louses at auld horse hobbles on anither anes back, and dat
