150 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



for every boy had a switch at his breech ; and 

 those at a distance that could not reach him, 

 assaulted him with stones ; which so claw'd the 

 poor taylor, as by the marks on his buttocks, 

 convinced him at last to believe himself visible. 



TJieoph. I think the taylor met with his match. 



Arn. So think I, if he was not overmatch'd. 

 And so let's leave him to lick himself whole, 

 whilst we return to the bridg of the town of St 

 Johnston's, where a coker-boat serves now to 

 transport their merchandize into the county of 

 Angus, and some other parts ; which looks some- 

 what odly, but it concerns not us, for we can't 

 redress it ; those that are compell'd may suffer 

 by it. So let her sleep the sleep of oblivion, 

 whilst we direct our course towards the river 

 Errit, where we may inform our selves of a prac- 

 tice amongst the natives there, that murder a 

 salmon without a rod, net, or speer ; and cook 

 him almost as soon as they catch him. 



T/ieopk. How can that be ? pray unfold the 

 riddle. 



Arn. It's discours'd by every body, when a 

 stranger comes amongst them, that the inhabi- 

 tants presently run and fetch a pot, which they 

 circumspectly place upon some part of a rock, 

 and then dextrously convey some live coals un- 

 der it, (or it may be turf), which is no sooner 

 fan'd by the breath of air, but immediately the 



