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rolled off me with fear.
I lit my lamp and she cried right at the back of the ditch.
Then I heard the quackling of a duck.
I shun my light with fear, but to my surprise it was a poor auld fox goin' off with a duck.
I den got up and wiped the sweat off my face.
I believed no more in Banshees or Ghosts.
I continued my journey fearing nothing.Then I reached my traps, and it was half past eleven.
Rabbits were squealin' an' leppin'.
The night was very dark and dismon, but I made my way
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