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oat both years?"
"Yes."
"Can you mention any circumstance on which you rest your conclusions?"
"Yes; there came a great wind ae Sabbath day, in the ninety-sax, and that raised the sheares' wages, at Dumfries, to three shillings the day. We began to the crookit houm on a Monandy’s morning, at three shillings-A-day, and that very day twalmonth, we began-till’t at tenpence. We had a good deal of speaking about it, and I said to John Edie, What need we grumble! I made sae muckel at shearing the last year, that it’s no a’ done yet. And he said, Ah Tibby, Tibby, but wha can hain like you?
Were there any others that you think your master had marked down wrong?
There was ane at any rate, the lang-field niest Robie Johnston’s march: He says it was clover in the drouthy dear year, and-aits the niest. but that’s a year I canna forget; it was aits baith years. I lost a week’s shearing on it the first year, waiting on my auntie, and the neist, year she was dead; and I shore the lang field niest Robbie Johnston’s wi’ he sickle heuk, and black ribbons on my mutch.
The whole of Tibby's evidence went against Mr Forret’s interest most conclusively,
