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No lights, however no merry fires to draw the 

 damp out of us ! But stay it moves. 



May. Aye ! Doctor, so it doth. Gra'mercy, 'tis 

 a wraith ! 



Swivel. If so, by all means let us capture it ; 

 'twill make our fortunes, Bill. A show-spectre will 

 charm the virtuosi, and reduce the over-stock of 

 men's wits. Mayhap 'tis one of Fingal's heroes! 

 We are not far from Cona, mind you and if such, 

 what tales it may unfold? How the tomes of 

 learned antiquaries will slide from the glass-case to 

 the lumber-room, when their pure palaver is ex- 

 posed and contradicted by its legendary tongue ! 

 But how shall we bribe it to approach, Bill? Shall 

 we offer it thy trout, man ? wandering ghosts are 

 always hungry But ha! it moves again. 



May. Let us pass quietly to this side 



Swivel. And flee our good fortune ? Nay, Bill, 

 nay, thou advisest without judgment. I will shew 

 my front, and question it as to our track and 

 destination where this King's-house on the moor 

 of Rannoch lies. 



May. Folly 1 perilous folly ! but take thy way 

 on't, Doctor. 



Swivel. Oh ! by all the miracles of St Anthony I 

 'tis a horse a cart-horse and nothing but a cart- 

 horse! Hie thee, Bill, this way, and behold a cart- 

 horse. ' , 



May. No unwelcome omen, Doctor; the inn 

 cannot be far distant. 



