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AT the time of the threatened invasion, the laird of Logan had been
taunted at a meeting at Ayr with want of a loyal spirit at Cumnock, as
at that place no volunteer corps had been raised to meet the coming
danger; Cumnock, it should be recollected, being on a high situation,
and ten or twelve miles from the coast. What sort of people are you, up
at Cumnock? said an Ayr gentleman; you have not a single
volunteer!--Never you heed, says Logan, very quietly; if the French
land at Ayr, there will soon be plenty of volunteers up at Cumnock.
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