Having satisfied my eyes with a daylight view of the terrible
devastation, I went away leisurely up the street with my hands in my
breeches-pockets, comparing the scene in my mind with the downfall of
Babylon the Great, and Sodom and Gomorrah, and Tyre and Sidon, and
Jerusalem, and all the lave of the great towns that had fallen to decay,
according to the foretelling of the sacred prophets, until I came to the
door of Donald Gleig, the head of the Thief Society, to whom I related,
from beginning to end, the whole business of the hen-stealing. 'Od he
was a mettle bodie of a creature; far north, Aberdeen-awa like, and
looking at two sides of a halfpenny; but, to give the devil his due, in
this instance he behaved to me like a gentleman. Not only did Donald
send through the drum in the course of half an hour, offering a reward
for the apprehension of the offenders of three guineas, names concealed,
but he got a warrant granted to Francie Deep, the sherry-officer, to make
search in the houses of several suspicious persons.
The reward offered by tuck of drum failed, nobody making application to
the crier; but the search succeeded; as, after turning every thing topsy-
turvy, the feathers were found in a bag, in the house of an old woman of
vile character, who contrived to make out a way of living by hiring beds
at twopence a-night to Eirish travellers--South-country packmen--sturdy
beggars, men and women, and weans of them--Yetholm tinklers--wooden-legged
sailors without Chelsea pensions--dumb spaewomen--keepers of wild-beast
shows--dancing-dog folk--spunk-makers, and suchlike pickpockets. The
thing was as plain as the loof of my hand; for, besides great suspicion,
what was more, was the finding the head of the muffed hen, to which I
could have sworn, lying in a bye-corner; the body itself not being so
kenspeckle in its disjasket state--as it hung twirling in a string by its
legs before the fire, all buttered over with swine's seam, and half
roasted.
After some little ado, and having called in two men that were passing to
help us to take them prisoners, in case of their being refractory, we
carried them by the lug and the horn before a justice of peace.
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