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They've been in the family so long, that I cannot part with 'em. They'll serve out my time, though we've patched and patched the old coat till there's scarce a yard of the old stuff left in him, and he looks for all the world like a map of England, with the different counties marked on it." "Well, Mayster Crow," began Jacob in reply; but the other stopped him by putting up his hand.

See Depositions ... from the Court of Durham, 99; Arch. Cant., XXVI, 21; W. H. Hale, Precedents, etc. For an instance of how a "wise woman" feared this very thing, see Hale, op. cit., 147. See Witches taken at St. Oses, E; also Dr. Folk Lore Soc. Journal, II, 157-158, where this story is quoted from a work by "Wm. Clouues, Mayster in Chirurgery," published in 1588.

"Well, Jacob, it was the first, and I trust the last time too; it was wrong, very wrong. I'm thoroughly ashamed that you should have seen me in such a plight. I was betrayed into it. I ought to have been more on my guard; you mustn't think any more of it; I'll take care it doesn't happen again." "Ah, mayster," said the other, "I shall be rare and glad if it doesn't.

"Oh, Mayster Frank," interposed Jacob, "you promised me, when you were so ill, as you'd sign when you got better." "And so I will; but it's no use signing for the first time now, when I'm going home in a total abstinence ship. I'll join some society at home. Our good rector's, for instance. Yes; I'll join his, and my name and example will be really of some use then."

He was to start by an early train, so, hastily dressing himself, and having breakfasted, he came to say farewell to his master. "Oh, Mayster Frank," he said, grasping the other's outstretched hand, "I'm heavy at the heart at leaving you. I cannot tell why, but there's a weight like lead upon me.

Oh, dear Mayster Frank, for my sake, for your own sake, for the sake of all them as loves you, will you promise me to keep off the drink, leastways till I come back? Will you pray the Lord to help you, Mayster Frank? He will help you, if you'll pray honestly." What was it that affected his unhappy master so powerfully? Frank's whole frame shook with emotion.

"Eh, lad, you mustn't call me Mayster Crow; leastwise, if you do afore other folks, they'll scream all the wits out of you with laughing. I'm `Old Crow' now, and nothing else. My real name's Jenkins; but if you or any one else were to ask for Isaac Jenkins, there's not a soul in these parts as'd know as such a man ever lived. No; they call me `Old Crow. Maybe 'cos I look summat like a scarecrow.

As for the rest well, it's just this way, Old Crow, I'm a close sort o' chap, and always were. I left home a fugitive and a vagabond, and I resolved as I'd ne'er come back till I could come as my own mayster, and that I'd ne'er tell anything about my own home and them as belonged me, till I could settle where I pleased in a home of my own.

The 14. we sayled vnder a small Island about a mile or 2. great, by the Hollanders called their Church yarde, or the dead Island, because many saylers dying in that place, were buried in the African earth, and the 29. of the same Month died Iohn Dignumsz Mayster of the Lyon of Holland, and was buried the next day after.

"And I'll go with you, with all my heart," said the other; "only then you mustn't think, mayster, as it's all on your own account as says so; it wouldn't be honest to let you think so. Truth is, I've been having a talk wi' a good minister as came a-preaching where we were on the Sabbath up at the diggings; and he's opened my eyes a bit; or, rather, the Lord's opened 'em through him.

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