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ning, that for a shorter space of time than division might determine, set before his astonished eyes in the splendour of light, stronger than a comet's blaze, an immense human figure quite naked, and armed with a club equal in size to that used in fight against the valiant Sir Firebrace, by the huge and, monstrous giant Trapsaca, whom, according to the history of the giants we studied along with Erasmus' Colloquies, a German prince kept in his service to procure him Christian virgins.

This solitary, nude, giant figure, in the attitude of fetching an awful blow, and seen but to be rendered visible, and then enveloped in darkness, appeared to Glass's mind, like Fawdon upon the battlements of the Gask Tower to Sir William Wallace, dilated to an immense size.

"Glass!" cried St. Clyde;

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For he was speechless, ghastly wan,

Like him of whom the story ran,

Who spoke the spectre-hound in man;"

"what makes you start and fly back?"

"Jesu! save us in this hour.

Lord! keep us a' frae auld Nick's power,"

muttered Glass as he quaked with fear.

Why, what's the matter with you,' Glass?" and another flash gave a more distant view of the nude gigantic figure; but Glass's presence of mind returned, and flying towards the figure with the wildest laugh that can be imagined to be forced out of a being who has been instantaneously transported from the most deadly fear to the most certain confidence, he snatched the club out of the giant's hands, and flung it many yards among the trees; and now, gathering courageous speech, he upbraided the monster:

"And it's you, ye lump o' lead; your betters might hae had mair sense than put you on the cheek o' the road to frighten poor wandering bodies; but ye sall gat your club nae mair, ye muckle lead Hercules."

It was a statue of the conqueror of India, the Hercules of the Grecians, which decorated, with many other statues of the gods of Greece and Rome, the delightful walks around the earl's mansion, that put poor Glass so much out of his courage.

"An' winna ye lat me gang in the curach ?" said Glass; "the curach winna gang to the bottom wi' a' my weight, it'll thole twae bodies as muckle as Sawney Glass."

"You must go home, Glass," said Whiggans.

To this Sandy raised many and weighty objections, alleging chiefly, that, as he had been so greatly fright

ened that night by the statue of Hercules, it was acting cruel and unchristian, to force him home; but home he must go, and home he was sent all alone in the darkest part of the night.

When St. Clyde got on board the smuggler, the lieutenant of Whiggans, acting commander, received him very civilly, and the crew hailed their captain with smothered joy; for the daring outlaw was looked up to as their chief; and the officer now commanding the lugger, when Whiggans came on board, was pleased and honoured to be named lieutenant: lieutenant he had been for five long years, and he had now received the command of the vessel, which Whiggans gave up to him, that he himself might go with St. Clyde.

"Mr. St. Clyde, we haven't much room here; our cabin's smaller than the last one you were in with us, but

you'll perhaps try to make yourself comfortable."

"Indeed, M.Whiggans, every thing is excellent here; your brandy is peculiarly good, a glass of it this airy night is not amiss: won't your commander be with us awhile ?"—"Why, no, he has got a strange opinion that our vessel never thrives when any one besides ourselves is on board, and I suppose he's a putting all things to rights; but we'll see him soon; but your man is not acquainted with people like this crew."

"Oh, let him alone, he will take care of number one."

The wind toward the middle of the night shifted, and by day-light it blew fresh against them; it was not possible to get up the frith that day; they were obliged to put about, and seek the straits of the channel between the Cumbras and the Largs, and tried to

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