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14. Tn the year 1680, after the murdering of Mr. Cameron & these worthies with him at Airdsmoss, he was near Machline in the shire of Air, one Robert Brown of Cross-house, who lived near the New-mills, & one Hugh Pinaneve, factor to the earl of Lowdon stabled their horses in that house where he was, and went to a fair in Machline; and in the afternoon, when they came to take away their horses, they got a drink, & in the time of it, the said Hugh a wicked wretch both in principle and practice, broke out in railing against sufferers, particularly against Mr. Cameron; Mr. Peden being in another room overhearing all, was so grieved that he came to the chamber door and said to the said Hugh, Sir, hold your peace, e'er 12 o'clock thou shalt know what for man Mr. Cameron was, God shall punish that blasphemous mouth and cursed tongue of yours in such a manner as shall be astonishing to all that shall see you, and shall set you up as a beacon to all railing Rabshakehs. Robert Brown knowing Mr. Peden, hasted to his horse, being persuaded that Mr. Peden's words would not fall to the ground, and fearing that some mischief might befal him for being in the said Hugh's company, the rode hard home. Robert went to his own house, and Hugh to the earl's house, and casting off his boots, he was struck with such a sickness and pain thro' his body, with his mouth so wide, and his tongue hanging so far out in a fearful manner, they sent for the said Robert, being used to take blood, he got some blood of him but all in vain, he died before mid-night. The said Robert, an old man, told me this passage when in prison together.
15. In the year 1682 he was in Kyle, and preached upon that text, the plowers plowed upon my back, & drew long the furrows. Where he said, would ye know who first yoked this plow? it was cursed Cain when he drew his furrows so long & also deep, that he let out the heart blood of his brother Abel; and all his cursed seed has, & will gang summer & winter, frost & fresh weather, till the world's end; and at the sound of the last trumpet, when all are in a flame, their theats will burn, and their swingle-trees will fall to the ground, the plow-men will lose their grips of the plow, and the gad-men will throw away their gads; & then, O the yelling & shrieking that will be among all this cursed seed, clapping their hands & crying to the hills and mountains to cover them from the face of the Lamb, & of him that sits upon the throne, for their hatred of him, and malice at his people.
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