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and they pursued him hard, till he wan to a moss, where they could pursue him no further with horses; they then fired upon him, and he having knots upon his hair, on each side of his head, one of their bullets took away one of the knots. He ran where Mr. Peden was, who said, "Oh! Jamie, Jamie, I am glad your head is safe, for I knew it would be in danger." He took his knife and cut away the other knot.
About this time he and James Wilson, in Douglas, a singularly known man to many, was at Airdsmoss; and being together some time without speaking, as Mr. Peden's ordinary was, when there was any extraordinary thing in his head, they came to Mr. Cameron's grave, where he and the other eight were buried. After sitting some tîme on the grave, he gave James a clap on the shoulder with his heavy hand, and said, "I am going to tell you a strange tale!" James said, "I am willing to hear it." He said, "This is a strange day, both of sinning and suffering! (as indeed it was, it being killing-time, wherein many fainted, and could not endure the scorching heat of the persecution; but to some the Lord, in his love, gave gourds of strength, support and comfort, that keeped them from fainting:) "But," said he, "though it be a dreadful day, it will not last long: this per-
