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• Will ye go wi' me, graunie? I'll eat the apple* at the glass,
'I gat frae uncle Johnie :' She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vap'rin, She notic't na, an aizle brunt Her braw new worset apron
Out thro' that night.
XIV. “Ye little skelpie-limmer's face !
“How daur you try sic sportin, • As seek the foul Thief ony place,
For him to spae your fortune: • Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
Great cause ye hae to fear it; "For monie a ane has gotten a fright, An' liv'd an'di'd deleeret
« On sic a night.
XV. "Ae hairst afore the Sherra-moor,
"I mind't as weel's yestreen, 'I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
'I was na past fyfteent": • The simmer had been cauld an' wat,
An' stuff was unco green ;
• Take a candle, and go alone to a looking-glass ; eat an apple before it, and some traditions say, you should comb your hair all the time; the face of your conjugal companion to be, will be reen in the glass, as if peeping over your shoulder.
* An'ay a rattin kirn we gat, 'An' just on Halloween
• It fell that night.
"A clever, sturdy fellow;
• That liv'd in Achmacalla : • He gat hemp-seed," I mind it weel,
• An' he made unco light o't; • But monie a day was by himsel, • He was sae sairly frighted
• That vera night.'
An' he swoor by his conscience,
For it was a' but nonsense ;
An' out a handfu' gied him ;
An' try't that night.
• Steal out unperceived, and sow a handful of hemp seed: har. rowing it with any thing you can conveniently draw after you. Repeat now and then, ' Hemp seed I saw thee, hemp seed I saw thee; and him (or her) that is to be my true love, come after me and pou thee.' Look over your left shoulder, and you will see the appearance of the person invoked, in the attitude of pulling hemp. Some traditions say, 'come after me, and shaw thee, that is, show thyself: in which case it simply appears. Others omit the harrowing, and say, "come after me, and harrow thee.'
Tho' he was something sturtin ;
An'haurls at his curpin :
Hemp-seed I saw thee,
• As fast this night.'
He whistld up Lord Lenox' march,
To keep his courage cheery; Altho' his hair began to arch,
He was sae fley'd an eerie : Till presently he hears a squeak,
An' then a grane an’ gruntle ; He by his shouther gae a keek, An' tumbl’d wi' a wintle
Out-owre that night.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu' desperation !
An' hear the sad narration :
Or crouchie Merran Humphie,
Asteer that night!
To win three wechts o' naething ;*
She pat but little faith in:
An' twa red cheekit apples,
That vera night.
She turns the key wi' cannie thraw,
An owre the threshold ventures; But first on Sawnie gies a ca’
Syne bauldly in she enters;
An' she cry'd L-d preserve her!
Fu’ fast that night.
They hecht him some fine braw ane;
• This charm must likewise be performed unperceived, and alone. You go to the barn, and open both doors, taking them off the hinges, if possible; for there is danger that the being, about to appear, may shut the doors, sind do you some caischief. Then take that instrument used in winnowing the corn, which, in our «ountry dialect, we call a wecht; and go through all the attitudes of letting down corn against the wind. Repeat it three times ; and the third time an apparition will pass through the barn, in at the windy door, and out at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance or retinue, marking the employment or station in life.
It chanc'd the stack he faddom'd thrice, *
Was timmer propt for thrawin : He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak,
For some black, grousome carlin ; An' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke, Till skin in blypes came haurlin
Aff's nieves that night.
As canty as a kittlen;
She got a fearfu' settlin!
An' owre the hill gaed scrievin,
Was bent that night.
As thro' the glen it wimplt;
Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't ;
* Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a Bearstack, and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last time, you will catch in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke fellow.
+ You go out, one or more, for this is a social spell, to a south running spring or rivulet, where three lairds' lands meet," and dip your left shirt sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and bang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake; and some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as if to dry the other side of it.