The Gentleman's Magazine, January 1731: Or, Trader's Monthly IntelligencerVarious
History
The Gentleman's Magazine, January 1731: Or, Trader's Monthly Intelligencer
Various
Great Britain -- History -- 1714-1837 -- Periodicals
About a month after, the said _Sutor_ being occasionally in the same
spot, and much about the same time of Night, it appear’d to him again,
and in passing, touched him so smartly on the Thigh, that he felt a
pain all that Night.
In _December_ 1729, it again cast up to him at about the same place,
and past him at some distance.
In _June_ 1730, it appeared to him as formerly: And it was now he began
to judge it was something extraordinary.
On the last _Monday_ of _Nov._ 1730, about sky-setting, as he was
coming from _Drumlochy_, this officious visiter passed him as formerly,
and in passing, he distinctly heard it speak these words, _Within eight
or ten days do or die_; and instantly disappear’d, leaving him not a
little perplex’d.
Next morning he came to his brother _James_’s house, and gave him a
particular account of all that had happen’d: And that night, about 10
of the clock, these two brothers having been visiting their sister at
_Glanballow_, and returning home, stept aside to see the remarkable
spot, where they had no sooner arriv’d, then it appear’d to _William_,
who pointing his finger to it, desired his brother and a servant who
was with them, to look to it; but neither of them could see any such
thing.
Next _Saturday_ evening, as _William_ was at his sheep-fold, it came
up to him, and audibly utter’d these Words _Come to the spot of ground
within, half an hour_. Whereupon he went home, and taking a Sword and
a staff in his hand, came to the ground, being at last determined
to see the Issue. He had scarce encircled himself with a line of
circumvallarion, when his troublesome familiar came up to him, he ask’d
it, _In the name of God, who are you?_ It answer’d, _I am David Sutor,
George Sutor’s Brother: I killed a Man, more than 35 years ago, at a
bush by East the road as you go into the Isle_. He said to it, _David
Sutor was a Man, and you appear as a Dog_. It answer’d, _I killed him
with a Dog, and am made to speak out of the mouth of a Dog: and I tell
you to go bury these Bones_.
This coming to the ears of the _Minister_ of _Blair_, the Lairds of
_Glascloon_ and _Rychalzie_, &c. about 40 Men, went together to the
said Isle; but after opening ground in several places, found no Bones.
On the 23d of _Decemb._ about midnight, when _William_ was in bed, it
came to his door, and said, _Come away: you will find the bones at the
side of the wither’d Bush, and there are but 8 left_; and told him at
the same time for a sign, that he would find the print of a Cross
impress’d on the Ground.
Next day _William_ and his brother, with about 40 or 50 people who had
conveen’d out of curiosity, came to the place, where they discover’d
the bush, and the cross by it; and upon digging the ground about a
foot down found the eight bones: All which they immediately wrapt in
clean linen, and being put in a coffin with a mort-cloth over it, were
interr’d that evening in the church-yard of _Blair_, attended by about
100 Persons.
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