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but poor John underwent a dreadful swabbing for this.
MISFORTUNE XI.
After the former hurry and beating being over, his work being stopt, he went to bed and slept a' that day, and following night. On the next day,
having nothing to do, she sent him in search of a hen's nest, which had ta'en some by-place to lay her eggs in: so as poor John was in an auld kiln searching a' about the walls, the kiln-ribs broke and down he goes with a vengeance into the logie, cutted and bruised himself in a terrible manner; up he could not win, but had to creep out at the logie below, scarce able to get hame, his face and nose all running of blood. In this condition she pitied and lamented for him very much, tied his sores and laid him in bed; then sat down very kindly, saying, "My dear, and my lamb, do you think there is ony of your bones broken; and what part of you is sairest? And what will I get
