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"Weel done, Jock,” cried Tom Bragwell. "Wha’s feared?—for me, as long as I hae ⟨the⟩ use o’ my legs, and guid sea-room, I fear ⟨na⟩ man;—as for that co’artly fallow, ⟨Doubtfu',⟩ he’s aye startin’ questions, an’s feared o’s ⟨ain⟩ shadow. He was tryin’ before to mak us ⟨believe⟩ there was some ill in takin’ beans i’ die Sunday when ilka body kens we’ve naething else to do an’ begude to talk about Sutherland, MacDonald, and Mackintosh, the Edinburgh ⟨chaps⟩ that were hangit, just as we were doin’ ony ⟨thing⟩ like them; and because we winna gae o’er,⟨he⟩ now tries to frighten us; an’ cares nae a farthin for either him or his beans.—Gang wha will, ⟨I’m⟩ determined no to flinch till my pouches are ⟨baith⟩ weel lined, in spite o’ fate."
"Then," said Candid, “ according to what ⟨ye⟩ say, ye wadna be frighten’d though it was ⟨thun’er⟩ just now. D’ye mind Tam what a fright ye ⟨got⟩ yon Sunday forenoon when we war gaen to ⟨the⟩ turnips?" "O! aye," said Bragwell, "⟨but⟩ ye ken I had a sair fit that time; but this is a ⟨fine⟩ night, Wull, an’ there’s nae fear o’ thun’er ⟨an'⟩ lightning either, ma man; and I’m as sure ⟨that⟩ we hae naething to be fear’d for just now, as ⟨I'm⟩ that Doubtfu’ was speakin’ nonsense when (illegible text) begude wi’ his palaver about an e’e seein’ us, ⟨when⟩ I ran awa’ wi the auld wife’s cloak, whan she ⟨ran⟩ after us for daddin’ her cabbage at halloween, (illegible text) though it was dark. This was the first time (illegible text) fell in wi’ him, an’ I wish we had never ⟨kent⟩ ony thing about him, for he’s aye fear’d for ⟨something⟩ or ither—I wonder he disna try to ⟨frighten⟩
