Mussel Mou’d Harry, the skull-maker,[195] whose lug was nailed to a tree near my Lord’s garden, for cutting young saughs, for to make sculls and creels of. He assumed a headdress as he had been a devil, and went playing his tricks in the night-time, which frighted the whole town, until the time he was catched by my Lord’s piper. He was then sent for to the minister, and was obliged to put on his frightful dress, with the appearance of two horns on his head; the minister rebuked him, but he had the assurance to tell the minister, that he only frighted his own town, but that he frighted the whole parish, by telling them to repent or be d——d, this is your gate o’t stir, so I made them repent by fright, and I think, I sud be paid by your honour for’t; as you tell me stir about my Lord’s saughs which I suffered for, if your ’onour’s lug had been there, you could not get off so easy, for stir, your lugs is as long as my grey cat’s, so I bid you farewel until our next meeting.

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