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Finding that we could make nothing of him, we left him with his
paulies, Highland stotts, grey jacket, and broad blue bonnet, to go
in search of some other guide. L--w soon found one, for he
seemed acquainted with every person in the fair. We got a fine
old shepherd, named W--m B--e, a great original, and a very
obliging and civil man, who asked no conditions but that we
should not speak of it, because he did not wish it to come to his
master's ears that he had been engaged in sic a profane thing. We
promised strict secrecy; and accompanied by another farmer, Mr.
S--t, and old B--e, we proceeded to the grave, which B--e
described as about a mile and a half distant from the market
ground.
We went into the shepherd's cot to get a drink of milk, when I
read to our guide Mr. Hogg's description, asking him if he
thought it correct. He said there was hardly a bit o't correct, for
the grave was not on the hill of Cowan's-Croft nor yet on the
point where three lairds' lands met, but on the top of a hill called
the Faw-Law, where there was no land that was not the Duke of
Buccleuch's within a quarter of a mile.
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