Ault-Righ, August 24, 1712.--Here am I, set down on the open
moor to add one sentence more to my woeful journal; and, then,
farewell, all beneath the sun!
On leaving the hind's cottage on the Border, I hasted to the north-
west, because in that quarter I perceived the highest and wildest
hills before me. As I crossed the mountains above Hawick, I
exchanged clothes with a poor homely shepherd, whom I found
lying on a hill-side, singing to himself some woeful love ditty. He
was glad of the change, and proud of his saintly apparel; and I
was no less delighted with mine, by which I now supposed
myself completely disguised; and I found moreover that in this
garb of a common shepherd I was made welcome in every house.
I slept the first night in a farm-house nigh to the church of
Roberton, without hearing or seeing aught extraordinary; yet I
observed next morning that all the servants kept aloof from me,
and regarded me with looks of aversion. The next night I came to
this house, where the farmer engaged me as a shepherd; and,
finding him a kind, worthy, and religious man, I accepted of his
terms with great gladness.
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