"I'm but a penny whistle for His breath to blow on." This he said with such solemnity that the meaning of a fanatic was suddenly revealed to me.

One or two distorted notions, a wild imagination, and fierce passions, and there you have the ingredients ready.

But moments of sense must come, when the better nature of the man revives.

I had a thought that the clout he got on the stone floor had done much to clear his wits.
"What will they do wi' me, think ye ?" he asked.

"This is the second time I've fallen into the hands o' the Amalekites, and it's no likely they'll let me off sae lightly." "What will they do with us all ?" said I."The Plantations maybe, or the Bass! It's a bonny creel you've landed me in, for I'm as innocent as a newborn babe." The notion of the Plantations seemed to comfort him.