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pervisor Kennedy cam by his end.-If ye kend this country lang syne, your honour wad may-be ken Frank Kennedy the Supervisor. He was a heartsome pleasant man, and company for the best gentlemen in the county, and muckle mirth he's made in this house. I was young then, sir, and newly married to Baillie Mac-Candlish, that's dead and gone-(a sigh)-and muckle fun I've had with the Supervisor. He was a daft dog~0 an' he could have hadden aff the smugglers a bit! but he was ayeventuresome.-And so ye see, sir, there was a king's sloop down in Wigton bay, and Frank Kennedy, he behoved to have her up'to chace Dirk Hatteraick's lugger ye'll mind. Dirk Hátteraick, Deacon?. I. dare say ye may have dealt wi' him (the Deacon gave a sort of acquiescent pod and humph.). He was a daring chield, and he fought his ship till she blew up like the peelings of onions; and Frank Kennedy he had been the first man to board, and. he was flung like a quarter of a mile off,
and fell into the water below the rock at Warroch Point, that they ca’ the Gauger's Loup to this day." ::" And Mr Bertram's child," said the stranger," what is all this to him?" .: " Ou, sir,—the bairn aye held an unca wark wi’ the Supervisor ;; and it was generally thought he went on board the vessel alang wi' him, as bairns are aye forward to be in mischief."
“No, no," said the Deacon, "ye're clean out there, Luckie--for the young Laird was stown away by a rândy gypsy woman they ca'd Meg Merrilies,-I inind her looks weel,-in revenge for Ellangowan having gar’diher be drum'd through Kippletringan for stealing a silver spoon.” ?" If ye'll forgie me, Deacon,” said the precentor, " ye’re e'en as far wrang as the gudewife.”
"And what is your edition of the story, sir?" said the stranger, turning to him with interest.
• “That's may be no sae canny to tell,” said the preceptor, with solemnity.
Upon being urged, however, to speak out, he preluded with two or three large puffs of tobacco-smoke, and out of the cloudy sanctuary which these whiffs formed around him, delivered the following legend, having cleared his voice with one or two hems, and imitating, as near as he could, the eloquence which weekly thundered over his head from the pulpit.
“What we are now to deliver, my brethren,-hem, I mean, my good friends, was not done in a corner, and may serve as an answer to witch-advocates, atheists, and misbelievers of all kinds.-Ye must know that the worshipful Laird of Ellangowan was not so preceese as he might have been in clearing his land of witches, (concerning whom it is said, “Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live,') nor of those who had familiar spirits, and consulted with divination and sorcery, and lots, which is the fashion with the Egyptians,
as they call themselves, and other unhappy bodies, in this our country. And the Laird was three years married without ha ving a family and he was so left to himsell, that it was thought he held ower muckle trocking and communing wi' that Meg Merrilies, wha was the most notorious witch in all Galloway and Dumfries. shire baith.”
• Aweel I wot there's something in that,” said Mrs Mac-Candlish ; " I've kend him order her twa glasses o'brandy in this very house." · Aweel, gude wife, the less I leeSae- the lady was wi' bairn at last, and in the night when she should have been de. livered, there comes to the door of the ha house-the Place of Ellangowan as they ca'
d an ancient man, strangely habit. ed, and asked for quarters. His head, and his legs, and his arms, were bare, although it was winter time oʻthe year, and he had a grey beard three quarters lang. Weel, he was admitted ; and when the lady was delivered, he craved to know the very moment of the hour of the birth, and he went out and consulted the stars. And when he came back, he tellid the Laird, that the Evil One wad have power over the knave-bairn that was that night born, and he charged him that the babe should be bred up in the ways of piety, and that he should aye hae a godly minister at his elbow, to pray wi' the bairn and for him. And the aged man vanished away, and no man of this country ever saw mair o' him."
"Now, that will not pass," said the postillion, who, at a respectful distance, was listening to the conversation," begging Mr Skreigh's and the company's pardon, there was no sae 'mony hairs on the warlock's face as there's on his ain at this moment; and he had as gude a pair o' boots as a man need striek on his legs, and gloves too ;-and I should understand boots by this time, I think,”
“Whisht, Jock,” said the landlady.“What do ye ken of the matter, friend