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go into this pint pot here, and more like a 

 pee-wit than aught else. There were trouts 

 to be taken too, by folk that could go handier 

 about it, for Jamie Hall, the tailor, who was 

 out at the same time, brought home about 

 two dozen of as fine trouts as I would wish 

 to catch. But Jamie is a capital fly-fisher, 

 and seldom returns with a toom creel. 



Burrell. Pray, what gibbet is that upon 

 the moor, landlord ? 



Landlord. Gibbet, Sir? I know of no 

 gibbet in this county but that at Elsdon, 

 which is twenty long miles off. 



Burrell. Surely you cannot but know of 

 the gibbet on the left on crossing the moor, 

 and scarcely a mile from your own door ? 



Landlord. O, I understand what you 

 mean now. That is the starting post for our 

 races, and the cross-piece, which made you 

 take it for a gibbet, is to hang a pair of 

 butcher's scales on to weigh the jockeys in. 

 Did you see a corby or a jackdaw fluttering 

 about the top as you passed ? 



Burrell. We did observe a large black 



