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the stane aff the cope, bit A telt him there was 

 nae time for that ; then oo crossed the Cessburn 

 road in-an'-oot " (through gates), " an' A watched ma 

 chance an' rammed the auld mere forrit owre a stiff 

 railin' an' raced her in afore them, an' whuppit them 

 aff. Aj^e, they wad killed him in anither quarter 

 mile if A hadna hindered them." 



And the genial laird seldom fails to remind me 

 how I came to Marchfield " by invitation." 



