There, didna I lock him in on purpose to bring the military
on him; an' in the place o' that, hasna he keepit me in a sleep a'
this while as deep as death? An' here do I find him abscondit like
a speeder i' the mids o' my leddy's wab, an' me dreamin' a' the
night that I had the Deil i' my house, an' that he was clapper-
clawin me ayont the loom. Have at you, ye brunstane thief!" and,
in spite of the good woman's struggles, he lent me another severe
blow.
"Now, Johnny Dods, my man! oh, Johnny Dods, think if that be
like a Christian, and ane o' the heroes o' Boddel Brigg, to
entertain a stranger, an' then bind him in a web wi' his head down,
an' mell him to death! oh, Johnny Dods, think what you are
about! Slack a pin, an' let the good honest religious lad out."
The weaver was rather overcome, but still stood to his point that I
was the Deil, though in better temper; and, as he slackened the
web to release me, he remarked, half laughing: "Wha wad hae
thought that John Dods should hae escapit a' the snares an'
dangers that circumfauldit him, an' at last should hae weaved a
net to catch the Deil."
The wife released me soon, and carefully whispered me, at the
same time, that it would be as well for me to dress and be going.
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