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So water from a well across the road, for I

heard the rattle of the bucket, and the creak of the winch, in

the pause which now ensued, during which the Ancient, propped

upon his stick, surveyed er, nor conteth he sighed, and shook his head at me mournfully

"Peter," said he, "Peter, I didn't think as you'd try to tak'

'vantage of a old man wi' a tale the like o' that such a very,

very old man, Peter--such a old, old man!"

"But I assure you, it's the truth," said I earnestly

"Peter, I seen Scotchmen afore now," said he, with a reproachful

look, "ah! that I 'ave, o

about wi' tails, nor yet wi' 'orns on their 'eads--leastways I've

never seen one as did An', Peter, I knohat a bagpipe is;

I've heerd 'em often an' often--squeak they do, yes, but a squeak

bean't a screa delivered

hiain, and,

turning his back, hobbled away

When I turned to look at George, it was to find hie expression

"Sir," said he ponderously, "did you sleep in th' 'aunted cottage