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began to ascend, and the ship was got under way. She fired three guns as a salute to the house of Ellango

Manks, half Dutchman, half devil! run out the boltsprit, up mainsail, top and top-gallant sails, royals, and skyscrapers, and away-follow who can! That fellow, Mr. Mannering, is the terror of all t

ought linked strangely on to another in the

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had drifted farther from the point he had left, he b

, when his guns are in ballast-privateer, or pirate, faith, when he gets them mounted. H

aracter, I wonder he has any protect

hort-dated bill. Now, Hatteraick will take wood, or he'll take bark, or he'll take barley, or he'll take just what's convenient at the time. I'll tell you a gude story about that. There was ance a laird-that's Macfie of Gudgeonford,-he had a great number of kain hens-that's hens that the tenant pays to the landlord, like a sort of rent in kind. They aye feed mine ve

tea, which of course belonged to the noble Captain Hatteraick's trade, was pronounced excellent. Still Mannering hinted, though wit

veyors, comptrollers, and riding officers whom he happened to know-'the revenue lads can look sharp eneugh out for themselves, no ane needs to help them;

nch suffered no great deprivation from wanting the assistance of his good-humoured landlord. Mr. B

lruddery, they keepit me off the roll of freeholders; and now there comes a new nomination of justices, and I am left out! And whereas they pretend it was because I let David Mac-Guffog, the constable, draw the warrants, and manage the business his ain gate, as if I had been a nose o' wax, it's a main untruth; for I granted but seven warrants in my life, and the Dominie wrote every one of them-and if it had not been that unlucky business of Sandy Mac-Gruthar's

quiescence in the justice

ees that I saw the cloven foot, let them take that as they like. Would any gentleman, or set of gentlemen, go and drive a road right through the corner of a fau

in a country where, to judge from the extent of their resid

o the Holy Land-that is, to Jerusalem and Jericho, wi' a' their clan at their heels-they had better have gaen to Jamaica, like Sir Thomas Kittlecourt's uncle-and how they brought hame relics like those that Catholics have, and a flag that's up yonder in the garret. If they had been casks of muscavado and puncheons of rum it would have been better for the estate at thi

ry gentleman, whose most estimable quality seemed his perfect good-nature, secretly fretting himself and murmuring against others for causes which, compared with any real evil in life, must weigh like dust in the balance. But such is the equal distribution of Providence. To those who lie out of the road of great

advantage of a pause in good Mr. Bertram's string of stories to inqu

free-traders, whom the law calls smugglers, having no religion, make it all

ing with the Evil One. Spells, periapts, and charms are

ing, excepting that he said grace and returned thanks-'Mr. Mannering cannot get in a word for ye! And so, Mr. Mannering, tal

nsible man, can put faith in the predictions of astrology, yet, as it has sometimes happened that inquiries into futurity, undertaken in jest, have in th

ntervened he left him at liberty to examine the writing, trusting that, the first fatal period being then safely overpassed, no credit would be paid to its farther contents. This Mr. Bertram was content to promise, and Mannering, to ensure his fidelity, hinted at misfortunes which would certainly take place if his injunctions were neglected. The rest of the day, which Mannering, by Mr. Bertram's invitation, spent at Ellangowan, passed over without anything remar