do you not mind when you and I was at the east end of the house, such a noise of wind and water as was there. Ay, wae worth the filty, body, says she it's no that in every part. What, said the goodman, a wot weel, there was nae rain when I came in; the wife then bolted me out. A weel, said I, but I will be through at thy mouth and thy nose tomorrow. It being now so dark, and I a stranger, could see no place to go in, went into the yard, but finding no loose straw, I fell a drawing out one of their flocks, sheaf by sheaf, until I pulled out a thrave or two, so got into the hole myself, where I lay as warm as a pye; but the goodman on the morning perceiving the heap of corn sheaves, came running to carry them away, and shut up the hole in the straw wherein I lay, with some of the sheaves, so with the shuffling of the straw, and the hearing him talking to others, cursing the thieves who had done it, swearing that they had (illegible text) of it; I then skipped out of the hole, saying, ho ho, goodman, you're not going to bury me alive in your stack: he then began to chide me, vowing he would keep my pack for the damage I had done, whereupon I took his servants to witness he had robbed me when hearing me use him so, he gave me my pack again, and off I came to the next house, where I related the whole story.
My next exploit was near Carluke, between Hamilton and Lanark. 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 among their horses, or yet lye in their cow's oxter; at last prevailed with a wife if her husband was willing to let me stay, she would not be against it, and sent me to the barn to ask him, and meeting him at the door, carrying in straw for his horses, I told him his wife would let me stay if he was not against it, to which he answered, 'Ay