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A LAIRD riding past a high, steep bank, stopped opposite a hole in it,
and said, John, I saw a brock gang in there.--Did ye, said John;
wull ye haud my horse, sir?--Certainly, said the laird, and away
rushed John for a spade. After digging for half an hour, he came back,
nigh speechless, to the laird, who had regarded him musingly. I canna
find him, sir, said John. Deed, said the laird very coolly, I wad
ha' wondered if ye had, for it's ten years sin' I saw him gang in
there.
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