Before her arrival, however, I had made a desperate effort to
throw myself out of the entanglement I was in; for the weaver
continued repeating his blows and cursing me so that I
determined to get out of his meshes at any risk. The effect made
my case worse; for, my feet being wrapt among the nether
threads, as I threw myself from my saddle on the upper ones, my
feet brought the others up through these, and I hung with my head
down and my feet as firm as they had been in a vice. The
predicament of the web being thereby increased, the weaver's
wrath was doubled in proportion, and he laid on without mercy.
At this critical juncture the wife arrived, and without hesitation
rushed before her offended lord, withholding his hand from
injuring me further, although then it was uplifted along with the
loom-spoke in overbearing ire. "Dear Johnny! I think ye be gaen
dementit this morning. Be quiet, my dear, an' dinna begin a
Boddel Brigg business in your ain house. What for ir ye
persecutin' a servant o' the Lord's that gate, an' pitting the life out
o' him wi' his head down an' his heels up?"
"Had ye said a servant o' the Deil's, Nans, ye wad hae been nearer
the nail, for gin he binna the Auld Ane himsel, he's gayan sib till
him.
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