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brown jar, known by the name of "Farquar's pig," 

 which contained a substance resembling lard mixed 

 with tar. This ointment was used for hurts of any 

 kind, and was never known to fail in curing those 

 who applied it in faith. The curious thing about this 

 " pig " was that the ointment never became less, not- 

 withstanding the universal calls upon it, and its name 

 has become as proverbial as that of the widow's cruse. 

 It was taken from the Trows in the same way that 

 the " cap " was captured ! Property belonging to the 

 Trows has frequently come into the possession of 

 individuals, and always brings luck with it. Once a 

 woman found a copper pan, which was identified by 

 " them that ken the like " as a Trow's kettle ; and 

 while it remained in that woman's house she was 

 very lucky. 



Another woman walking through the daals of Wid- 

 wick found a Trow's spoon. It was silver, beautifully 

 carved and strangely shaped. Overjoyed, the finder 

 put her prize in her pocket, but immediately a strange 

 drowsiness began to oppress her, and sinking on the 

 heather, she fell fast asleep. When she awoke the 

 spoon was gone. 



Whenever it was suspected that Trows were in the 

 byre milking the cows, some one " tried to hear them 

 doing it," because that brought luck to the byre ; but 

 if the listener attempted to look, woe betide that over- 

 curious mortal! 



When a child was not " thriving," and yet did not 

 have the look that stamps the " Trow-stricken bairn," 



