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ed afterwards will commission me, I question 

 not, so to intitle it ; where I found my grey- 

 hound-bitch, but no fur in her mouth. 



Tlieoph. What of all this ? Pray be brief. 



Am. lie be as concise as I can. That very 

 time, I remember, a peer of the realm went (with 

 me) in company, to this Lough of Pitloil, to which 

 place, when we arrived, and dismounting our 

 horses, to imprint our feet on the silver sands ; 

 (it's a liberty I assume to call them so, in regard 

 of their glittering whiteness) and searching for 

 the boat, we found it was removed into a more 

 remote and solitary part of the Lough ; so we 

 sent some attendants to seek for the man that 

 rowed the boat ; nor were they long in their in- 

 quisitions before they found him, as they un- 

 luckily passed by the doors of some ill contriv'd 

 huts, or obscure caves, that resembled dungeons 

 rather than habitable houses ; where sometimes 

 he usually reposed himself, there, or thereabouts, 

 because in expectation that some or other would, 

 come that day to visit the Lough ; which hap- 

 pened accordingly to his apprehension. 



Now by that time our attendants were come 

 up with those female infernals that inhabited 

 those hutts, and enquiring for the skipper to pi- 

 lot the boat, he makes himself known, that he 

 was the man that paddled in the pool with a bad 

 and crazy weather-beaten boat. So they desired 



