The dead-clothes were there huddled together in a nook, but the dead was gone.

I took hold of Willie Walker's arm, and looked down.

There was a cold sweat all over me;--losh me! but I was terribly frighted and eerie.
Three more graves were opened, and all just alike; save and except that of a wee unchristened wean, which was off bodily, coffin and all.
There was a burst of righteous indignation throughout the parish; nor without reason.

Tell me that doctors and graduates must have the dead; but tell it not to Mansie Wauch, that our hearts must be trampled in the mire of scorn, and our best feelings laughed at, in order that a bruise may be properly plaistered up, or a sore head cured.

Verily, the remedy is worse than the disease.
But what remead?
It was to watch in the session-house, with loaded guns, night about, three at a time.