it were in streams of water, and the witch's threats decided him to feed. Hunger and fear are excellent casuists.
"Saul," said Hunger, "feasted with the witch of Endor."—"And," quoth Fear, "the salt which she sprinkled upon the food sheweth plainly it is not a necromantic banquet, in which that seasoning never occurs." "And besides," says Hunger, after the first spoonful, "it is savoury and refreshing viands."
"So ye like the meat?" said the hostess.
"Yea," answered the Dominie, "and I give thee thanks—sceleratissima!—which means—Mrs. Margaret."
"Aweel, eat your fill; but an ye kenn'd how it was gotten, ye may be wadna like it sae weel."
Sampson's spoon dropped, in the act of conveying its load to his mouth. "There's been mony a moonlight watch to bring a' that trade thegither—the folk that are to eat that dinner thought little o' your game-laws."
