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 THE
 MAD PRANKS
 OF
 TOM TRAM,
 SON-IN-LAW TO MOTHER WINTER.

 TO WHICH ARE ADDED
 HIS MERRY JESTS, ODD CONCEITS,
 AND
 PLEASANT TALES:
 BEING VERY DELIGHTFUL TO READ.

 [Illustration]

 GLASGOW,
 Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, SALTMARKET,
 MDCCCII




 THE
 MAD PRANKS
 OF
 TOM TRAM.




CHAP. I.

_A merry Jest betwixt old Mother Winter, and her Son-in-law Tom._


There was an old woman, named Mother Winter, that had but one
son-in-law, and his name was Tom; and though he was at man's estate,
yet would do nothing but what he listed, which grieved his old
mother to the heart. Upon a time being in the market, she heard a
proclamation, _That those that would not work should be whipped_. At
which the old woman leap'd, and with great joy home she comes, meets
with her son, and tells him the mayor of the town had made a decree,
which was, _That all those that would not work should be whipped_. Has
he so, says he, marry, my blessing on his heart; for my part, I'll not
break the decree. So the old woman left her son, and went again to the
market; she was no sooner gone but her son looks into the stone pots,
which she kept small beer in: and when he saw that the beer did not
work, he takes the pot, strips off his doublet, and with a carter's
whip he lays on them as hard as he could drive. The people who saw him
do it, told his mother what he had done; which made the old woman cry
out, O! that young knave will be hanged. So in that tone home she goes.
Her son seeing her, came running and foaming at the mouth to meet her,
and told her, that he had broke both the pots; which made the old woman
to say, O thou villain! what hast thou done? O mother, quoth he, you
told me it was proclaimed, That all those that would not work, must be
whipp'd; and I have often seen our pots work so hard, that they have
foamed so much at the mouth, that they befouled all the house where
they stood; but these two lazy knaves, said he, told me; That they did
never work, nor never meant to work; and therefore, quoth he, I have
whipped them to death, to teach the rest of their fellow's to work, or
never look me in the face again.




CHAP. II.

_Another Jest of old Mother Winter, and her Son Tom._


Upon a time mother Winter sent her son Tom into the market, to buy
her a penny worth of soap and gave him twelve-pence, and charged him
to bring it home safe. Tom told her it should be so; and to that end
it should be safe brought home, according to his mother's charge, he
goes and buys one penny-worth of soap, and hired two men with a hand
barrow to carry the soap, and four men with brown bills to guard it
along to her, giving them the eleven-pence for their pains, which made
his mother in great fury, go to the mayor of the town, who committed
him to prison: Now, the prison window joining close to the mayor's
chamber window, Tom, and some other merry prisoners like himself,
getting a cup of good liquor in their heads, began to sing and roar and
domoneer, insomuch that the mayor heard them that night, and charged
them they should leave off drinking and singing of bawdy songs, and
sing good psalms. Tom told him, That he should hear that he would amend
his life, if he would pardon his fault. The mayor said that for their
misdemeaners, they should be that night in prison, and upon amendment,
being neighbours, he would release them in the morning. They thanked
the mayor, and Tom Tram prevailed so far with a friend of his that
he borrowed three shillings; which three shillings he spent upon his
fellow prisoners, which made the poor men be ruled by him, and do what
he enjoined them to do; so when the mayor was gone to bed, the prison
window, as before observed, being close to the chamber window, they
begun to sing psalms so loud, that the mayor could take no rest; which
made him cause one of his servants to bid them leave off singing. Tom
Tram said, That it was the mayor's good counsel that they should sing
psalms, and sing they would, as long as they lived there. Which made
the mayor bid the jailor turn them out of prison, without paying their
fees.




CHAP. III.

_How Tom served his Hostess, and a Tobacco
Seller, being another of his Jests._


It happened that Tom was sent on an errand forty miles from his
abode, over heaths and plains, where having dispatched his business,
he chanced to be lodged in a room that opened into a yard, where his
hostess kept many turkeys; which Tom seeing, he thrusts pins into two
of their heads and in the night they died. The woman in the morning
wondered how the fowls should come to die, Tom persuaded her that there
was a great sickness where he dwelt amongst all manner of fowls, and
wished his hostess to fling them away, the which she did. Tom watched
where she flung them, and when he took his leave of his hostess, it
was at such a time when she was busy setting bread into the oven, so
that he was sure she could not look after him. So he goes and wraps
the turkeys in his coat, and away he runs; but finding his two turkeys
heavy, he sees a man that sold tobacco up and down the country, at the
foot of a hill, when he alighted to lead his horse down the hill, at
the bottom of which he falls down, and lies crying as if he had broke
one of his legs, and makes to the man a most piteous lamentation; that
he was six or seven miles from any town, there being no house near; and
that he was like to perish for want of succour. The man asked, Where
he dwelt? he said with a knight, to whom Tom did live as a jester. The
man knowing the knight, and thinking Tom's leg had really been broken,
with much ado lifted him upon the horse. Tom was mounted, he prayed
the man to give him his master's turkeys. Tom made the horse to gallop
away, crying out, I shall be killed! I shall be killed! O my leg! what
shall I do! O my leg! The man seeing him gone stood in amaze, and knew
not what to think; nevertheless, he durst not leave his turkeys behind
him, for fear of displeasing the knight, but carried them lugging along
fretting and swearing in his boots, till he came to the next town,
where he hired a horse to overtake Tom, but could not, until he came to
the knight's house, where Tom stood to attend his coming, looking out
at the window. When the man alighted, Tom then called to him so loud,
that most of the house heard him; O, said he, now I see thou art an
honest man, I had thought you had set me upon your headstrong horse, on
purpose to deceive me of my turkeys. The man replied, A pox take you
and your turkeys, for I never was play'd the knave with so in my life;
I hope that you will pay for the hire of the horse, which I was forced
to borrow to follow you withal. That I will, said Tom, with all my
heart.




CHAP. IV.

_How Tom paid the Man for his Horse Hire._


Tom asked the man what way he intended to travel? Marry, said the man,
I must go back with the horse I have hired. Quoth Tom, what did you
give for the hire of him? Said the man, I gave five shillings. Well,
said Tom, I will set you to the next public house, and then we will
eat one of the turkeys; and I will bring you in good silver, the five
shillings for the horse hire. The place appointed being two miles off,
Tom appoints three or four of his companions to meet him, who did not
fail, for they were there before Tom and his friend, who came riding
upon the horses, Tom upon the hired horse, and the man upon his own.
Tom alighted, and called the hostler to set up his horse, and to give
him oats enough, and caused a turkey to be roasted with all possible
haste; which, according as he commanded, was performed. But Tom
whispered to his consorts, and wished them to ply the man with drink;
whilst he, in the mean time, went to the host, and told him. They came
to be merry, and money was short with him and desired he would lend
him ten shillings upon his horse. The host having so good a pawn, lent
it him, knowing it would be spent in his house. So Tom went and gave
the man five shillings for the hire of the horse, and spends the other
five shillings freely upon him: by that time the day was very nigh
spent, so that the man could get no further that night, but Tom and his
companions took their leaves and returned home and the man went his
way to bed little suspecting the trick Tom had put upon him. In the
morning, the man rising betimes, thinking to be gone, could have but
one horse, unless he paid ten shillings, for Tom had left word with his
host, that paying the money, he should have both horses. The man seeing
himself cozened again by Tom, paid the ten shillings, and wished all
such cheating knaves were hanged, so away he went fretting and foaming
to see himself abused.




CHAP. V.

_How Tom served a Company of Gentlemen._


It happened that a company of gentlemen being disposed to create mirth,
rode some miles from home to be merry, one of them would needs have Tom
to wait upon him, and Tom was as willing as he to be in that company
but as they were coming home, one of them cuts the reins of Tom's
bridle; so that when Tom mounted upon his horse, the reins broke, and
the horse run away with him in the midst of a great heath whereon stood
a large gallows against which the horse stood, and rubbed his neck,
so that the gentleman hoop'd and hallow'd, and said, Farewel, Tom,
farewel; but Tom alighted from his horse, and made fast his reins, and
with his sword cut three or four chips from off the gallows; and at the
next tavern Tom met with them, where they jeer'd him not a little; but
Tom very earnestly entreated them to forbear; yet the more he entreated
them, the more they play'd upon him: But to be even with them, in the
morning Tom calls the ostler, and sends him for nutmegs and ginger, and
gets a grater; and when he had grated them, he also grated the chips of
the gallows, and mix'd with the spice only a little nutmeg and ginger
he laid towards one end of the trencher for himself, and with a gallon
of ale into the gentlemen's chamber he goes, begging of them not to
mock him any more with the gallows; and he would give them that ale and
spice; and so, says he, gentlemen, I drink to you all. Now as soon as
he had drank, the ostler call'd him, as he gave him charge before so to
do, down stairs runs Tom, as fast as he could: the gentlemen made all
possible speed to drink up the ale and spice before he came up again,
and that was what Tom desired. When he came again, seeing all the ale
and spice gone, he says, Gentlemen, will you know why my horse carried
me to the gallows? Yes, says one of them, Well, says Tom, it was to
fetch you some spice to your ale, and if you want I have more for you;
and with that shewed them the chips out of his pocket, and away he
runs, leaving the gentlemen to look one upon another, studying how they
should be revenged on him.




CHAP. VI.

_How Tom rode a Gossipping._


Tom heard of a company of women that would meet at the place a
house-warming, to welcome one of the house. These women had formerly
abused Tom, and now he thought to be even with them, so he goes to
an apothecary's shop, buys a pound of purging comfits, and puts them
in a cake with other spices, and dresses himself in women's apparel,
and gets a horse and a pannel, and to the house he comes, knocks at
the door, and asked the maid, whether there were many women, came a
house-warming? The maid said, Not yet: I pray says Tom, take this cake,
and if I come not at the meeting, let them eat it and be merry; for I
must go to a woman that is ready to lie down, and away he goes. The
women came, and wondered what woman it should be that left that cake;
some of them supposed that it was some midwife: They staid a while,
and the person they expected to be with them not coming, they fell
to their meat, and at last to the cake. But it was not long in their
bellies before it began to work, so that one must go to stool, another
to vometing, and all of them were so sick, that the smell of them
perfumed the house, and the breath of them was so strong, that none
could endure it: In which time Tom shifts himself into man's apparel,
and with a staff in his hand, came where his gossips were, and hearing
them groaning all the house over, opened the door and asked them what
was the matter? They answered, they were all poisoned. Marry, quoth
Tom, I hope not, if you please to let me have a horse, I will ride
to Mr. Doctor's and fetch an antidote to expel the poison. Take my
horse, quoth one; take my horse, said another; or mine, said a third.
Well, well, said Tom, I will take one. And into the stable he goes,
and takes three horses, and to the doctor's he rides, and told him,
that all the people of such a house had eaten something that hindred
them from going to stool; and prayed him that he would without delay,
carry them some Glysters; and that they had sent a horse for him and
another for his man. The doctor, greedy of money, hasted thither with
his glyster-pipes as fast as the horses could carry him and his man;
but the doctor no sooner came into the house, but he smell'd there was
no need of glysters. In the mean time Tom told not only all he met
with, that there were such women met to be merry at such a place; and
not only they, but all the women of the house were poisoned but went
likewise to their husbands, and told them the like; so that all the
people thereabouts repaired thither; which made the women so ashamed,
that they knew not which way to look, because all that saw them judged
they were drunk; so that instead of comforting them, which they
expected, they fell a reviling them; the women also fell to scolding
among themselves, and would have fought, had not their husbands parted
them, by carrying them home.




CHAP. VII.

_How Tom served a company of Gypsies._


It happened on a day, towards night that there came a company of
Gypsies into a town, and had not very long been there till Tom met
them, and asked them, What they made there? They said, they came
to town to tell the people their fortunes, that thereby they might
withstand ensuing dangers. Aye, says Tom, and where do you lie
to-night? They told him they could not tell. Nay, said Tom, if you
will be contented to lie in straw, I will bring you where you may lie
dry and warm. They thanked him, and told him they would tell him his
fortune in the morning for nothing. Tom thanked them, and therefore
conveys them into a little thach'd house which had a ditch round about
it, very close to the wall thereof; that house Tom help'd them to fill
with straw, and see them take their lodging; and then, it being dark,
Tom bad them good-night; and as soon as he was over the bridge, which
was a plank, he drew it after him; and in the dead time of the night,
Tom gets a long pole, with a wisp of straw at the end of it, and sets
the straw on fire, calling out to the rest of the fellows to shift for
themselves; who thinking to run over the bridge, fell into the ditch,
crying and calling out for help, while, by Tom's means, most part of
the town stood to see the jest; and as the gypsies waded through the
ditch, they took them, and carried them into an house where there was
a good fire, for it was in the midst of winter; where Tom counsels
them, that they should never make him believe that they could tell him
any thing, that did not know what danger should befal themselves: But,
says he, because you cannot tell me my fortune, I will tell you yours;
For to-morrow in the forenoon you shall be whipped for deceivers, and
in the afternoon be hanged for setting the house on fire. The gypsies
hearing this so strick sentence, made haste to dry themselves, and
next morning stole out of town, and never came any more there.




CHAP. VIII.

_How Tom sold his mother's Trevot, and
cozened an Aquavitae Man that sold hot water._


In a winter night, coming home very late, Tom Tram fell with his arms
before him, and at the last run his nose against a post; what, quoth
Tom, is my nose longer than my arms? And afterwards he dropped into a
well that was in the yard, and crying out, help, help, all is not well
that is in the well, the neighbours came and pulled him out, and he
dropp'd like a pig that had been roasted on a spit; but he was then in
a cold condition, so he went to bed, and covered himself; but before
morning, having a looseness in his belly, Tom had beshit the sheets;
and when some, by the quick scent of their noses, had discovered the
fault, he told them, it was nothing but the clear mud of the well that
came away from him; and if he died of that sickness, he would be buried
by torch-light, because none should see him go to his grave. Just as he
had so said, in came a hot water man, of whom he requested to give him
a sup; which having tasted, he feigned himself to be in a hot fever,
and rose up in his clothes, ran away with the aquavitae man's bottle
of hot water, and took his mother's trevot, and sold it for a long
hawking pole, and a falconer's bag? which being tied to his side; and
having drank up the poor man's hot water, he came reeling home with an
owl upon his fist, saying, It is gentleman-like to be betwixt hawk and
buzzard; and he told the aquavitae man, that he had sent the trevot with
three legs, to the next town to fill your bottles again.




CHAP. IX.

_Of Tom Tram's wooing Cicily Summers, the neat Wench of the West._


Cicily Summers, whose nose was then as fair as the midnight sun,
which shined as bright as Baconthine, was beloved of young Tom Tram;
and a sad story to tell, he grew not worth the bread he eat, through
pining away for her love. Tom was loth to speak but still whistled;
At last, when Cicily made no answer, he burst out in thus: O Cicily
Summers, if I Tom Tram, son of mother Winter, and thou Cicily Summers,
be joined together what a quarter shall we keep, as big as three half
years; besides, Cicily Summers, when thou scoldest, then Winter shall
presently cool thy heat; and when we walk on the street they'll say,
yonder goes Summer and Winter; and for children, we shall beget every
year a generation of Almanacks. So they went to the parson and were
married; but they fell out so extremely, that she scolded all the
summer season; and Tom he drank good ale, and told old tales all the
winter time, and so they could never but thrive all the year thro'. Tom
lived by good ale, and his wife by eating oatmeal; and when Tom went to
be drunk in the morning, she put oatmeal in the ale, and made caudle
with mustard instead of eggs, which bit Tom so by the nose, that it
would run water; but the next day he would be drunk again.




CHAP. X.

_How Tom used a singing man of a Cathedral Church in the West._


Once there was a cathedral singing man, that had very much anger'd Tom,
and had made songs and jests on him; whereupon Tom got upon his back
an ox-hide, with the horns set upon his head, and so lay in a hedge
bottom, waiting till the singing man came by, who he was sure must
pass that way: at last came the singing man, up started Tom out of the
hedge bottom in his ox-hide, and followed him: the singing man cried
out, the devil! the devil! No, quoth Tom, I am the ghost of goodman
Johnson, living hard by the church stile, unto whose house ye came and
sung catches, and owes me Five Pounds for ale, therefore appoint me a
day when ye will bring me my money hither, or else I will haunt thee
still. The singing man promised that day se'enight, and accordingly he
did; and Tom made himself brave clothes with the money, and sweethearts
came about him as bees do about a honey pot; but Tom wore a rope in
his pocket and being asked if he would marry, he would pull it out,
and laugh, saying, I have broken my shins already, and will be wiser
hereafter; for I am an old colt, and now may have as much wit as a
horse.




CHAP. XI.

_How he hired himself to the justice,
and what pranks he played while with him._


The justice at this time being without a man, and finding Tom to be a
lively fellow, asking him, if he would serve him. Yes, quoth Tom, for
I am a great many miles from the country. As soon as they had agreed
for wages, Tom was immediately entertained: But he had not liv'd long
there before the justice and his family was obliged to go to London,
leaving no body at home but Tom. Now in the justices absence, an
officer brought a lusty young woman and a little man with a complaint;
so they knocked at the door, and Tom let them in; then placing himself
in his master's chair, he asked the woman what she had to say, who told
him that the man whom she had brought before him had lain with her by
force. Adzooks, quoth Tom, is it possible that such a little fellow
as this could force such a strapping dame as you, Alas! Sir, said
she, although he is little he is strong. Well, little whipper-snapper,
quoth Tom, what do you say to this; He replied, Like your worship it is
false what she says; the truth is this: I have been at sea, and coming
ashore, where I received my pay, I met with this woman, and agreed
with her for half a crown, and when it was over, I pull'd out my purse
to pay her honestly what I had agreed for; but she seeing that I had
a considerable sum of money, contrary to our bargain, would force me
to give her ten shillings, and because I would not, she has brought
me before your worship. Have you got that purse of money? quoth Tom:
Yes, Sir, said the seaman. Give it into my hand said Tom. He receives
it, and turning to the woman, said, Here take it and get about your
business. She replied, I thank your worship you are an honest good man,
and have done me justice. The little seaman the meanwhile wrung his
hands and bitterly cried out, I am ruined, for it is every penny I had
in the world. Well, quoth Tom, haste after her, and take it from her
again. According to Tom's order he runs after her, and when he came
after her he said, I must, and will have my purse again: Then she fell,
about his ears and cuft him; nay this did not satisfy her, but she
dragged him back again to Tom, who sat as justice, and told him, that
the fellow followed her for the purse, which he in justice gave her.
Well, said Tom, and has he go it? No, said she, I think not, before
he should take it from me, I'd tear out both his eyes. Let me see it
again, says Tom: She gives it to him. Is all the money in it? quoth
he: Yes, Sir, said she every penny. Why then, said he, here little
whipper-snapper, take your purse again; and as for you, Mrs. Impudence,
had you defended your honesty as well as you did the money, I never had
been troubled with this complaint. Here, Mr. Constable, give her an
hundred lashes at the town's whipping-post: which was accordingly done,
and Tom was applauded for his just proceedings.




SEVERAL

MERRY TALES.


TALE  I.

_Of a Scholar and a Tapster on a Winter night._

The tapster said, Sir, will you go to bed. No, quoth the scholar, there
are thieves abroad, and would not willingly be taken napping. So the
tapster left him, and being gone, in came a spirit into the chamber,
with his head under his arm, so that he durst not stir, but cried out,
Help! help! fire! thieves! thieves. So when they of the house came to
him they asked him, what was the matter! Oh, quoth he, the devil was
here, and spoke to me with his head under his arm; but now I will go to
bed, and if he comes again, I will send him to the tapster to help him
to make false reckonings: It being a cold night, quoth he, I will first
put fire to toe, that is, I will warm my toes by the fire, then I'll go
to bed. And so he did, and a great reckoning the next morning put the
scholar out of his jest, saying, that was in earnest made too large a
reckoning, he being but poor Sir John of Oxford.


TALE  II.

One that was going to a wedding had a great occasion to untruss a
point; whereupon he went under a hedge, but the place not pleasing him,
he went under a haystack and then into a saw-pit, and afterwards into
a hog-stye, where he did his business. Now the other clowns that were
with him, asked him if he had done his task and days labour; Yes, quoth
he, I have shit three shillings in nine pences, go and fetch them they
are more than a day's labour will come to. So they went to the wedding
house, and when they came thither, they were making a reckoning for
the fidler, and every one gave what he listed. Oh, quoth one of them,
if you want money to make up the reckoning, here is one that can shite
three shillings in nine-pences. If he can, quoth the guests, let him
bring them hither in his mouth, for I fear they are of so soft a metal,
that they will melt in spite of his teeth. So after they had danced a
while, a fart was let; whereupon says one, this fart was full charged,
for it yielded a large vent; meaning his shirt.


TALE  III.

Down in the west country a certain conceited fellow had a great nose;
so a country-man by him with a sack of corn, jostled him, saying, your
nose stands in my way; whereupon the other fellow with the great nose,
took his nose in his hand, and held it to the other side, saying, A pox
on thee, go and be hanged.


TALE  IV.

Once there was a company of gypsies that came to a country fellow
on the highway, and would needs tell him his fortune: amongst other
things, they bad him assure himself his worst misfortunes were past,
and that he would not be troubled with crosses as he had been: so
coming home, and having sold the cow at the market, he look'd in his
purse for the money, thinking to have told it to his wife; but he
found not so much as one cross in his purse; whereupon he remembered
the words of the gypsies and said, that the gypsies had said true that
he should not be troubled with crosses, and that they had picked his
pocket, and left not a penny in his purse. Whereupon his wife basted
and cudgelled him so soundly, that he began to perceive that a man that
had a cursed wife should never be without a cross tho' he had never a
penny in his purse; and because it was winter-time, he sat a while by
the fire-side, and after went to bed supperless and pennyless.


TALE  V.

A Farmer's wife in the west had three pigs, which she loved exceedingly
well, and fed them with good butter-milk and whey; but they would come
running into the house and befoul the rooms: whereupon she resolved
to sell them at the market, because they were better fed than taught,
but afterwards they were stolen away from her; whereupon she supposed
they were driven up to London to learn manners; but said she, they were
too old to learn to turn the spit in Barholomew fair, and therefore
believed some butchers had stole them away.

Her cock had a piece of cloth sewen about him, and was left upon
the perch, but afterwards stolen; whereupon she said, that her cock
was turned scholar in a black gown; and so she went to Oxford to a
conjurer, to know what was become of her pigs and her cock. The scholar
smiled, and told her, the three pigs were blown home, and the cock was
made a batchelor of arts in one of the colleges. I thought so, said the
woman, for sure batchelors of arts are very coxcombs.


TALE  VI.

One in the country having bought a cloak of one that stole it, or made
it by slight of hand, he was challenged for it; and being troubled in
mind, asked a friend of his, a very witty fellow in the parish, How he
might come off? His friend replied, he would tell him for a quart of
sack. So to the tavern they went, and having drunk a pint, he desired
to know how he might come off? When we have drunk the other pint of
sack, quoth his friend, I'll tell you how you may come off. The quart
being drunk off, he replied, he would not tell him till they were in
the street. So going out of the tavern, Do you see, quoth he, yonder
collour seller's shop, pointing as it were, with his finger; do but buy
a rope there and hang thyself with it, and I warrant thee thou shalt
come off, and never be troubled for that matter.


TALE  VII.

A Country Clergyman meeting a neighbour who never came to church,
although an old fellow of about fifty, he gave him some reproof on
that account, and asked him if he never read at home? No, replied the
clown, I cannot read. I dare say, said the parson, you don't know who
made you? Not I, in troth, cried the country man. A little boy coming
by at the same time, Who made you child? said the parson, God Sir, said
the boy.--Why look you there, quoth the Clergyman, are you not ashamed
to hear a child of five or six years old, tell me who made him, when
you that are so old a man, cannot!--Ah! said the country man, it is no
wonder that he should remember; he was made but t'other day, and it is
a long while measter since I was made.


FINIS.


 GLASGOW,
 Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON, Saltmarket,
 MDCCCII.


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Transcriber's Notes:

Minor punctuation errors were fixed on pages 8 and 23. Unusual
spellings have been retained throughout. The following typos were
corrected--

Page 4, "plalms" changed to "psalms" in two instances. (...bawdy songs,
and sing good psalms.) (...they begun to sing psalms so loud...)

Page 9, "littse" changed to "little." (...where they jeer'd him not a
little;)

Page 10, "Gypses" changed to "Gypsies" once. (...there came a company of
Gypsies...)

Page 14, "sooseness" changed to "looseness." (...having a looseness in
his belly,)

Page 18, "it" changed to "is." (...the truth is this...)

Page 20, "thieves." changed to "thieves!" (Help! help! fire! thieves!
thieves!)






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