"That I have, often and many a time," replied Mrs. Anderson, "eh, but these were the noble men—it’s hard to say who were the best, they were all so good. There’s Mr. Peden, what a bright example he gave to his people! Oh, but they were privileged who could hear the gospel preached by such a man! And eh, sirs, but he was sair, sair persecuted. I mind o’ my mother telling me, when a little bit lassie, she had been shown a house near here, where that worthy man had a narrow escape for his life. You see he was coming to preach at an appointed place on the moors, and was spending the evening before-hand wi’ a farmer who was a great friend o’ the persecuted clergy, and never was known to turn one frae his door, even although certain death was the consequence o’ its being found out. Well, just as Mr. Peden was seated at his supper, in the best room, the master o’ the farm, frae the kitchen window, saw the red-coats advancing in the direction of the house. ’Wife, wife,’ cried he, ’Mr. Peden is lost! Here are the dragoons come to take him. What can we do to save him?’ Ye see, Mr. Peden was held in great veneration by them a’. ’Oh,’ replied his wife, ’whenever the dragoons are within hearing, just you call out, Jock, put on your smock frock, and go off instantly to B—— for coals, and maybe the soldiers winna stop him.’ The man did as he was desired, at the same time throwing the smock into the room where Mr. Peden was sitting. The latter perceiving the great danger he was in, instantly put on the carter’s frock, and pulling his cap down over his forehead, put on as lubberly an appearance as possible, in order to look like the character he was assuming; and in this way passed his enemies without in the least exciting their suspicions; and very leisurely yoking the horse to the cart, he set off on his expedition. Thus, while the dragoons were searching the house for Mr. Peden, he was, through the mercy of God, far beyond their reach.