-- We went by sea to
another kingdom called Fife, and coming back, had like to have
gone to pot in a storm. -- What between the frite and sickness, I
thought I should have brought my heart up; even Mr Clinker was
not his own man for eight and forty hours after we got ashore. It
was well for some folks that we scaped drownding; for mistress
was very frexious, and seemed but indifferently prepared for a
change; but, thank God, she was soon put in a better frame by the
private exaltations of the reverend Mr Macrocodile. -- We
afterwards churned to Starling and Grascow, which are a kiple of
handsome towns; and then we went to a gentleman's house at Loff-Loming,
which is a wonderful sea of fresh water, with a power of
hylands in the midst on't. -- They say as how it has n'er a bottom,
and was made by a musician and, truly, I believe it; for it is
not in the coarse of nature. -- It has got waves without wind, fish
without fins, and a floating hyland; and one of them is a crutch-yard,
where the dead are buried; and always before the person
dies, a bell rings of itself to give warning.
O Mary! this is the land of congyration -- The bell knolled when we
were there -- I saw lights, and heard lamentations.
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