All who were found guilty were sent to the army in America, or the plantations.

A sergeant had compassion on him, and said, 'Tell me, gudeman, if you are really out of your mind.

I'll befriend you.' He confessed that he only feigned insanity, because he had a wife and three bairns at home who would starve if he were sent to the army.
'Dinna say onything mair to ony body,' said the kind-hearted sergeant.
He then said to the commanding officer, 'They have given us a man clean out of his mind: I can do nothing with the like o' him,' The officer went to him and gave him three shillings, saying, 'Tak' that, gudeman, and gang awa' hame to your wife and weans, 'Ay,' said mother, 'mony a prayer went up for that sergeant, for my grandfather was an unco godly man.

He had never had so much money in his life before, for his wages were only threepence a day." Mrs.Livingstone, to whom David had always been a most dutiful son, died on the 18th June, 1865, after a lingering illness which had confined her to bed for several years.

A telegram received by him at Oxford announced her death; that telegram had been stowed away in one of his traveling cases, for a year after (19th June, 1866), in his _Last Journals_, he wrote this entry: "I lighted on a telegram to-day: 'Your mother died at noon on the 18th June.
This was in 1865; it affected me not a little[3]." [Footnote 3: _Last Journals_ vol.i.p.