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much about that, not even now. Arter a while a 

 man was found floating in a mill-pool, one as was 

 well known to ha' had some words with 'em. He'd 

 seen some o' their doings and spoken on 'em. No- 

 body never knowed rightly how the body come there. 

 One day mother here was standing at the door of 

 her father's house, when the fog lay thick on the 

 moor; it lifted an' rolled over in one heavy cloud, 

 and showed her the whole gang o' smugglers passing 

 by. She said she was jest upset with fear. Another 

 time I see 'em come down one o' the hollers, an" 

 I recklect I hid up till they was all gone. Now an' 

 agin they'd leave a little keg o' spirits at any one's 

 door they wanted to keep friends with. There'd 

 be a kick at the door in the evening when 'twas 

 dark, and when they knowed a man was alone ; 

 an' when he went to see who 'twas, he'd find the 

 stuff snug agin the door. 



"At last one on 'em was cotched red-handed, 

 an' the man that owned the house he lived in 

 with another lot, was that mad, he said he'd pull 

 the place down. ' I'll unearth an' unroof the var- 

 mints,' sez he; 'they shan't have no hidin' -place 

 on any land o' mine.' So they mucked 'em out, 



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