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where I lay as warm as a pie. The goodman in the morning, perceiving the heap of corn sheaves, came running to carry it away, and stop up the hole in the stack, wherein I lay with some of the sheaves; so with the steigling of the straw, and him steigling to others, cursing the thieves who had done it, swearing they had stole six threaves of it; I then skipped out of the hole, ho, ho, said I, goodman, you're not to bury me alive in your stack; he then began to chide me, vowing to keep my pack for the damage I had done ; whereupon I took his servants witnesses he had robbed me, when hearing me urge him so, he gave me my pack again, and off I came to the next house, and told the whole of the story.
My next exploit was near Carluke, between Hamilton and Lanark; where on a cold stormy night, I came to a little town with four or five houses in it; I went twice through it, but none of them would give me the credit to stand all night among their horses, or yet to lie in their cow’s oxter: at last I prevailed with the wife, if her husband was willing to let me stop, she would,
