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IN former days, when roads were bad, and wheeled vehicles almost

unknown, an old laird was returning from a supper party, with his lady

mounted behind him on horseback. On crossing the river Urr, the old lady

dropped off, but was not missed till her husband reached his door. The

party who were despatched in quest of her, arrived just in time to find

her remonstrating with the advancing tide, which trickled into her

mouth, in these words, No anither drap; neither het nor cauld.



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