1 10 1 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3cc4624a2abdff7af969251002f0dea5.jpg 57c1c1b9e1252db49cfb7160d9ce9a0b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a young man wearing a straw hat and coat standing in front of a large box of tobacco in a tropical climate https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a986574d595e19cdb5942ea65a1caa5f.pdf 12fe3bdef0d080a129571c45504c4c95 PDF Text Text THE COMICAL STORY OF T H f t U H i l Y CAP AND THE GHAIST TO WHICH IS ADDED THE HIGHLAND STORY OF DONALD& HIS DOG. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS �0 I Y30T8- .UlDIMOO © 3 H T T 81A H O a a a a A si HDIHW OT iftIVi u /AAWVUl^ 'MVV .OOfl filli MLI./../KXI : WO03V TO 3HT JHH <MTKIJIr �THRUMMY CAP. A TALE. IN ancient times, far i' the north, A hunder miles ayont the forth, Upon a stormy winter day, Twa men forgather'd oc the way, Ane was a sturdy bardoch chiel An' frae the weather happit weel, Wi« a mill'd plaiding jockey-coat And eke he on his head had got A thrummy cap baith large and gtout, Wi< flaps ahind, as weel's a snout, Whilk button'd close aneath his chin, To keep the cauld frae getting in : Upon his legs he had gammashes, Whilk sodgers term their spatterdashes An' on his hands, instead o' gloves. Large doddy mittens, whilk he'd roo*«t Tor warm ness, an4 an aiken stick Nae verra lang, but unco thick, Intill his nieve—he drave awa', But car d tor neither frost nor suaw, The ither was just the reverse, (J- claes and courage baith was scarce, Sae in our tale, ; s we go on, 1 think we'll ca' him cowVldy John. Sae on they gade at a gnde scowe'r, 'Cause that they saw a gathering shower,- �4 Grow verra thick upon tlie wind, Whilk to their wae they soon did find 5 A mighty show'r o' snaw and drift, As ever dang down frae the lift ! Right wild and boist'rous Boreas roar'd, Preserves! quoth John, we'll baith be smor'd* Our trystic end we'll ne'er make o u t ; Chear up, says Thrummy, never d o u t . But I'm some fly'd we've tint our way, Howe'er at the neist house we'll stay, Until we see gif it grow fair, Gin no, a' night we'll tarry there. Weel, weel, says Johnny, we shall try ? Syne they a mansion house did spy, Upo' the road a piece afore, Sae up they gade unto the door, W here Thrummy chappit wi' his stick, Syne to the door came verra quick, A meikle dog, wha barked fair, But Thrummy for him didna c a r e ; H e handled weel his aikeu staff, An' spite o*s teeth he kept him aff Until the Landlord came to see, And ken fat might the matter be ; Then verra soon the dog did cease The Landlord then did spear the case Quoth Thrummy, Sir, we ha'e gane rill ; we thought we'd ne'er a house get till, W e near were smor'd amo' the drift, And sae gudeman, ye ll mak' a shift To gi'e us quarters a' this night, For now we dinnaha'e the light, Farer to gang, tho' it were fair, See gin ye hae a bed to spare. �5 Whatever ye charge we cauna grudge. But satisfy ye, ere we budge T o gang awa - - a n d fan 'tis day, We'll pack out all, and tak the way. T h e Landlord said, O 6 beds I've nane, O u r ain fowks they will scarce contain, But gin ye'll gang but twa miles foret Aside the Kirk dwalls Robbie Dorret, W h a keeps a Change-house, sells guide drink, H i s house ye may mak out I think. Quoth Thrnmmy, th t's owre far awa', T h e roads are sae blawn up wi' snaw, To mak it is na in our power; For, look ye, there's a gathering shower Just coming on— you'll let us bide, T h o ' we should sit by the fire side. The Landlord said to him, Na, na, I canna let you bide ava, Chap aff, for 'tis iia worth your while T o bide, when ye hae scrimp twa mile To g a n g - - s a e quickly aff you'll steer, F o r faith, 1 doubt ye'll na be here. T ^ a mile! quo' Thrummy, deil speed me, If frae your house this night 1 jee, A r e we to starve in Christian land ? As lang's my stick bides in my hand, A n ' siller plenty in my pouch, T o nane about your house I'll crouch, Landlord, ye needna be sae rude, For faith we'll mak our quarters good. Come, John, let's in, we'll tak a sate, F a t sorrow gars yon look so blate ? Sae in he gangs, and sets him down, -Says lie, there's nae about your town. �6 Sill put flie out till a ne>v day. Lang as I've silier for to pay, The Landlord said., Ye'r<' rather rash, To turn you out I carina fash, Since ye're so positive to hide, But troth. vese sit by the fire-side; [ tald ye else of beds I've name, Unoccupied, except bareane; In it. 1 fear, ye winna Iy ; lu>r stoutest heart has aft,been shy To venture in wjthin the room, After the night begins to gloom; For in it they can ne'er get rest, k l is haunted by a frightful ghaist; Oursels are terrified a' night, Sae ye may chance to get a sight, Like that which some o' our fowk saw, } (ilar better still ye gang awa', Or else ye'll maybe rue the day, Guide faith quo' John, I'm thinking sae ; Better into the neuk to sit, Than fla'd, Gude keep's, out o' out wit; Preserve us ever frae all evil, I widna like to seethe devel! Whisht gowk, quo1 Thrummy, baud your peace That sanna gar me quit this place ; Nor great nor sma' 1 ne'er did ill, The ghaist nor deil my rest shall spill. I will defy the meikle deil, And a' his warks I wat fu' weel; What the sorrow then maks you sae erry ? Fling by your fears, and come he cheery, Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed, J promise I'll he verra glad, 4 �7 W i t h i n the same a' night to lie, If t h a t the room be warm and dry, T h e Lanlord says, Ye'se get a tire, And candle too gin ye desire, W i ' beuks to r e a d ; and for your bed, I'll orders gie, to g e t it made. J o h n says, as I'm a Christian man, W h o never likes to curse nor ban, N o r steal, nor lie, nor drink, nor roar, I'll never gang within its door, But sit by the fireside a' nighit, And gang awa' where'er 'tis light. Says Thrummy till him, wi' a glow'tr, Y e cowardly gowk I 11 mak ye cow r * Come up the stair alang wi' me, A n d I shall cautiou for ye be. Then J o n n y faintly gaed consent. Sine up the stairs to the room they went, W h e r e soon they gat baith fire and light, T o haud them hearty a' the n i g h t ; T h e Landlord likewise gae them m e a t ; Meikle as they baith could eat • Shew'd then their bed and bade them gang T o it, whene'er they did think l a n g : Sae wishing them a gude repose Straight syne to his ain bed he goes. O u r travelers now being left alane,. 'Cause that the frost was nipping keen, Coost aff their shoon, and warme d their feet, T h e n syne gaed to their bed to sleep. B u t cowardly J o h n wi' fear was quaking, He coudna sleep but still lay waking, Sae troubled with his panic fright, W h e n near the twalt hour o l night, �8 That Thrummy waken'd, arid thus spoke, Preserv's ! quoth he, I rn like to chock Wi' thirst, arid I maun hae a drink, I will gang down the stair, I think, And grapple for the water-pail, 0 for a waught o' caller ale I Johnny grips till him, and says, Na, 1 winna let you gang awa': W o w will you gang and leave'me here A3ane to die wi perfect fear ? Rise and gae wi me then, quoth Thrumm Ye senseless gude-for-naething bummy, I'm only gaen to seek some water, i will he back just in a clatter. Na na says J o h n I'll rather He But as I'm likewise something dry G if ye can get a jug or cap Fesh up to me a little drap. Av ay quoth Thrummy that I will Aitho ye shonldna get a gill. Sae dow n he goes to seek a drink, But then he sees a little blink O' light that shone upon the floor, Out throngh the lock-hole o' the door, Which wasna fast but stood a-gee, Whatever's there he thinks he'll see: Sae bauldly o'er the threshold ventures. Then in within the door he enteis. But reader judge of the surprise T h a t there he saw with wondering eyes A spacious vault well stored wi' casks (T reaming ale and some big flasks, And stride-legs o'er a cask o' ale He saw the likeness oi himsel'. �9 J u s t in the dress that he coost aff, A thrummy and an aiken staff, Gammashes and the jockey coat; And in its hand the Ghaist had got A big* four-legged timber bicker, Fill'd to the brim wi' nappy liquor, Our hero at the spectre stared, But neither daunted was not car'd, lint to the Ghaist stright up did step, AU' says, dear brother, Thrummy Cap, T h e warst ye surely dinna drink, So I wi' you will taste 1 t h i n k ; Syne took a jug, pou'd out the pail, A id fill d it up wi' the same ale, Frae under where the spectre sat, And then up stairs wi' it he g a t ; Took a gude drink, gae John auither, Bnt never tald him o' his brither That he inta the cellar saw, Mair t h a n he'd naething seen ava, Light brown and nappy was the beer : W h a r did you get it ? John did speir, S iys Thrummy, sure ye ncedna tare, I'll gae and try and get some mair, Sae down the stair again he goes, T o get o' drink anlther dose. Being positive to hae some mair But still he fand the Ghaist was there, Now on a butt behind the door: Says he, ye didri* ill before, Dear brother Thrummy, sae I'll try You ance again, because I'm dry. H e tills his jug stright out below, An up the stair again does go. �10 J o h n marvelled sair, but didna speir Again w here he did get the beer, F o r it was stronger then the first, Sa^ they baith drank till like to burst, Syne did compose themsels to rest, T o sleep a while they thought it best. One hour in bed they hadna been, They scarcely weel had closed their een, When j u s t into the neighbouring c h a n c e r T h e y heard a dreadfu' din and clamour. Beneath the bed-claes J o h n did cow'r, B u t T h r u m m y jump'd upon the floor, Him by the sark tail J o h n did baud ; L y e still, quoth he, fat are ye mad ? T h r u m m y then gaed hasty j u m p , Syne took J o h n on the ribs a thump, Till oti the bed he tumbled down, In little better then a swoon, W h i l e T h r u m m y fast as he could rin, Sets aff to see what made the din. T h e chamber seem'd to him as light, G i f a s t h e sun where shining bright, T h e Ghaist was stanen at the door ; In the same' dress he had afore ; And o'er a n e n t i t , at the wa', W e r e ither apparitions twa. T h r u m m y beheld them for a-wee, B u t deil a word as yet spake he T h e spirits seerne'd to kick a ba f , T h e Ghaist against the other twa ; Whilk close they drave baith back and fore, Atween the chimney and the door. H e stops a while and sees the play, Syne, riiinin up, he this did say^ �11 Ane for ane may weel compare. B u t twa for ane is rather sair ; T h e play's nae equal, say I vow, Dear brother T h r u m m y , I'll help you* T h e n wi' his fit he kicked the ba<, G a r d it play stot against the wa'; Quick then, as lightning f r a the sy, T h e spectres with a horrid cry, a' vanished in a clap oc thun'er. while T h r u m m y at the same did won'er. T h e room WT?S quiet now aud dar&, An4 T h r u m m y striping in his sark; Glauming the gate back to his bed, H e thinks he hears a parson tread, An' ere he gat without the door, T h e Ghaist again stood him before, And in his face did staring stand, Wi4 a big candle in its hand. Q u o t h T h m m m y , Friend, I want to know w h a t brings you frae the shades below, 1 in goodness 4 name command Y o u tell your story just aff hand ? F a t wad ye h a e ? — M l do my best F o r you, to let you be at rest. T h e n says the Ghaist, ' T i s thirty year Sinse I've been doorn'd to wander here ; I n all that time there has been none Behave ( d sae bold as ye have d o n e : S ae if you'll do a j o b for me, Disturbance mair I'll never gie. Sae on your tale, quoth T h r u m m y T o do ye justice sure will try. T h e n mark me weel, the Ghaist replied A n d ye shall soon be satisfied: �12 E£r<ae this aback near forty year, I of this place was overseer, When this L a n d ' s father had the land r A' thin^ was then at my command, W i ' power to do as 1 thought tic, In ilka cause I chief did s i t : T h e Laird paid great respect for me But I an ill return did ^ie, T h e Title-Deeds of his Estate (Jut of the sajue I did hitu cheat, And stale them frae whare they did lie Some days before the Laird did die His son at that time was in France, And sae I thought I'd liae a chance, (xif he sud never come agaiu, T h a t the Estate would be my ain. But scarcely three bare weeks were past, When death did come and grip me fast, Sae sudden that I hadna pow'r The charter back for to restore, Soon after that hame came the heir, And syne got up the reefu rair, W h a t sorrow was come o' the Rights? Thev sought them several days and nights But never yet hae they been seen, As 1 aneath a inuckle stane Did hide them i' this cham'er wa\ Weel sew'd up in a leather ba'; But 1 was ne'er allow'd to rest Untill that I the same confest; But this to do i hadna power, F r a e yon time to this verra hour T h a t I've revealed it a to you, And now I'll tell you what to do. �13 Till nae langsyne nae mony kenfc, That this same laird the rights did w a n t ; But now they hae him at the law, And the neist week the laird maun shaw, Before the court the rights o's land, This put him to an unco stand, For if he didna shaw them there, O a4 his lands he'll be striped bare ; Nae hopes has he to save his state, This makes him sour and unco blate: He canna think whar's rights may be^ And ne're expects them mair to see, But now my friend mark what I tell And ye'll get something to yoursel. Tak out the stane there in the wa', And there ye'll get the leather ba', Tis just ihe same that you did see, W h e n you said that you would help m e ; T h e rights are sewed up in its heart, But see you dinna wi4 them part, Until the laird shall pay you down ,I ust fifty guineas and a crown, Wliilk at my death was due to me, This for thy trouble I'll give thee ; And I'll disturb this house nae mair, 'Cause 1 11 be free frae all my care. This Thrummy promised to do, And syne the Ghaist bid him adieu And vanished with a pleasant sound Down through the laft and thro' the ground. Thrummy gaed back sine to his bed, And cowardly John was verra glad, That he his neibour sawance mair, For of his life he did despair. �14 Wow man, quo' John, whare hae you been. Come tell rne a4 fat ye hae seen. Na, bide, says Thrummy, till day-light, And syne I'll tell you hale and right. Sae baith lay still arid took a nap, Until the ninth hour it did chap. Thrummy syne raise, put on his claes, And to the chamber quick he gaes, Taks out the stane into the wa'. And soon he found the leathern h a ' ; Took out the Rights, replac'd the stane, Ere J o h n did ken vvhar he had been : Then baith came stappingdown the stair, The morning now was calm and fair. Weel, quoth the Laird, my trusty frien', Hae ye ought in our chamber seen ? Quoth Thrummy, Sir, I naething saw T h a t did me ony ill ava. Weel, qnoth the Laird, ye now may gang, Ye ken the day's verra lang ; In the meantime its calm and clear, Y e lose your time in bidiug here. Quoth Thrummy, Sir, mind what 1 tell, I've mair right here than you yoursel. Sae till I like I here shall bide, The Laird at this began to chide: Says he, my friend, you're turning rude. Quoth Thrummy, I'll my claim make good, F o r here I just before you a*, T h e Rights o' this Estate can shaw, And that is mair than ye can do. W h a t ! quo' the Laird, can that he true ? T i s true, quoth Thrummy, look and see, D'ye think that I would tell a lie. �The Parchments frae his pouch then drew, And down upon the table threw. The Laird at this up to him ran, And cried, Whar did you get them, man ? Syne Thrummy taid him a4 the tale As I've taid you, baith clear and hale. T h e Laird at this was fidgin Tain, T h a t he had gat his Rights again: And fifty guineas down did tell, Besides a present fra\» himsel. Thrummy thanked him, an' syne his gowd Intil a muckle purse he stow'd. And cramm'd it in his oxter-pouch, And syne sought out his aiken crutch : And fare-ye-weel, I maun awa, And see gin I get thro' the sna'; Weel, fare-ye-weel, replied the Laird : But how comes it ye hanna' s h a r d Or gien your neibor o( the money? Na, by my saul I, Sir, quo' Thrummy, ' When I the siller, Sir, did win, ( T o ha'e done this wad be a sin.) Before that- I the Ghaist had laid, T h e nasty beast had the bed.. And sae my tale 1 here do eud, I hope no one it will offend : My muse wil! na assist, me linger, T h e dorty jade sometimes does anger, I thought tier ance a gay sm irt lass, But now she's come to sic a pass, That a* my cudgeli lg ond weeping, Will hardly wake her out o' sleeping: To plague her 1 winna try, But dight my pen and lay it by. �DON AL AND D HIS DOG. Atween twa hills that tower'd up to the clouds, Clad o'er with heather, bent, and wuds ; 'Mang rocks, and steeps, and waters falling, W a s Highland Donald's humble dwelliug. Aroun' his hut, beneath his eye, Fed bout a score o' stirks and key, Whiik, wi- his wife and family, were His pleasure aud pecular care : A mang sic barren heights and howes, W h a r grain for food but scanty grows, His family were but sparely fed— Right coarse, and barely were they clad; l or he had wi' the laird for years Had, 4 aginst his will been in arrears For whiik he had to thole the snarl And threats o' the tyrannic carl Till Donald's independent spirit �17 Nae langer was resolved to bear it, And hardships was resolved to scorn— As the saying is, 4 to inak' a spoon or spoil a horn.' He shrewd and clever was, I t r o w ; Spak 4 Gaelic weel, and Lawlan's, too ; And, as he was an honest chiel, By a4 his neighbours liket weel. Ae day—contrivin' what to dae To keep hiinsel' aboon the brae— A plan he modell'd in his head, And thus it down before them laid :— That twa weeks hence in England, there W a d be a great black cattle fair, Wliar kye as he learnt frae men o' dealings Gied double price gi'en in the Highlands. Now if, wi' what he could himsel Spare safely frae his flock to sell, They wad mak' up a drove amang them, He pledged his word he wadna wrang them, But render, at his 0011™' back, A just account 0' ilka plack; Allowing him for recompense Some sma' commission a n d ' s expense.' On this they quickly greed to gie �Itf Out o' their flocks some twa, some three Till a handsome drove colleckit, x\nd to the south his way direckit. H e mounted was upon a pony, A dog his servant was, and crony; And by his side, like ony lord, There hung a braid sheep-headed s w o r d No as a wcaqon o' offence; But, in case o' need, for self-defeijee ; For they wlia liket, rich or poor, Might wear a sword in days b1 yore. Baith ear' and late—baith wat and dry—r The dog and Donald drave the kye : And, after muckle toil and care A* safe and sound they reached the fair. The kye were said—the price was paid— 'Twas down in yellow guineas laid; The guineas in his purse was sneckit— The price was mare than he expeckit. Whilk raised his heart—and I wat weel H e thought himsel' a clever chiel. Instead o' Donald longin' careless About the fair, to keek at fairlies, Or bonze wi limmers, or to gamble, Or spend his cash in ony ramble^ �19 He wisely mounts Highland sheltv, And took the roful on heltv skeftyv As he rode on and cracked his wimp, y gentleman came riding up, Wha bade' Good day/ wi friendly air, And spiered • if he'd been at the fair?' When Donald; without vain parade, Returned him thanks, and said 4 he had f And a his business; tap and tail o't, When at the fair, he la ni l the hale o't. Right crotise they grew wi' ane anither. And mony stories tanfd to ither, Rout kings ain' priests an' great commanders, The wars in Britain, France, and Flanders. When mony niHeVthey'd rode in league," They in a hollow reached a brig Across a burn, that ran wi' ease Down through a glen adorned wi' trees. Now 'twas a bonnie summer's day, When a' the fields were clothed and gay, They stopped, and dropped there tales and jokin', Their horses'lowing drouth to slokeri, And greed some little time to pass, To let them rest and eat some grass. �20 Now, as Donald and his comrade sat Upon the green, they resumed their c h a t : And Donald's dog before their teet Lay stretched, and panting wi' the heat — And Donald's sword, which he did carry Beneath his hodden-grey havarry, The Englishman's attention seized, He begged a sight o% if he pleased Whilk Donald drew and frankly gave him, In confidence he'd not deceive him. The billy thanked him for the sight o't, Then praised the size the mak, an weight o't. And asked at Donald, on his word, If maist he trusted to the dog or sword, Supposing the case, that any pad Should demand the money that he had ? ' The sword,' quoth Donald, * I can wield, And should sic wretch, by road or field, E'er daur demand frae me a shilling, I'd plunged with freedom in the villain ; Yet ne'ertheless, for a' my cracks o't, 1 wadna gie the dog for sax o't. W i ' this the fellow, at the word, Chapped aff the dog's head with the sword ; Syne pointed it to Donald's heart, �21 And swore he with his cash should part, Or instantly, with stabs and cuts, He'd pierce his heart and rip his guts. * 0 1 ' says Donald, * spare my life, F o r sake o' my poor weans and wife! Hae, there's the cash; but wi< what shame And grief maun I face friends at hame ! They'll no believe a word o't neither— Lord help's, we're ruined a thegitker 24 ' Stop,' says the fellow, ? cease your crying Your friends will not suppose you lying; They will believe what you say to them. By evidence which you shall give them From ever man I rob I've credit, By giving me his hand I did i t ; My comrades ami I together This token give to one another ; So one of your hands must go with me So take your choice, which shall it be, < My dog is gane and darling purge, And now my hand - s t i l l worse and worse Hae mercy on me " Donald prays, I'll be a beggar a' my days.' 'No mercy for you, ' cried the wretch ; ^pme, down wi t—I'll make quick dispatek �22 < Weel-then,' says Donald, 4 I submit, But ae repuest grant, if it's f i t ; That is, since my left hand must go, Drive't aff at ae most desperate blow • N o on the saft green, there perhaps Ye'll pine me sair by several chaps, But ye'll at ance mair siocar do t On yonder smooth tree's spreading root.* P u i r Donald's prayer was heard, he then Made bare his left hand shackle-bane, And on the tree root laid it quaking ; The robber now his aim was taking— Baith hands raised the vengfV whittle, And, as he drew with awful ettle, Sly Donald slipped his arm a-jee. W h e n firm the sword stuck in the tree. 4 Have at ye now, ye cruel wretch,' Quoth Donald, 4 I am now your match V that he caught him by the collar, G i e d h i m a jerk that garred him gollar; Donald's blood boiled in a passion, H e gied his face a horrid bashin, His cravate Donald squeesed sae tight, T h a t faith he strangled him maisfc outright. By this means Donald manned to mak �23 His hands secure ahint his back* Syne on the horse he put the billy, His feet he tied beneath his belly; T h e dog, whom Donald mourned full sore, A frightfu' sight of reeling gore, H e on ahint the fellow placed Across the hurdies of the beast. Syne, Donald's triumph to evince, H e mounts his horse proud as a prince—Brandished the sword, and dared the blade To move his hands, feet, tongue, or head; T h a t if he did, he warned him now Up to the hilt he'd run him through. Sae on t h e road they moved alang, And Donald crooned a Highland sang; They reache'd the town, folks were surpris'd T h e rober soon was recognized; The magistrates they brawly kent him, F o r mair nor arice he'd been f o m e n t them, F o r mony years his deeds of horror H a d kept baith far and near in terror, F o r whilk, whae'er wad apprehend him, And to the nearest prison send him, W a d he entitled to regard, And twenty guineas of reward, �24 Whilk Donald got in word a«d deed, With honours heaped upon his head. T h e rober, too got his reward— Stern Justice at him awfu' stared; (3 u lt and remorse his bosom stung, Hence he was tried, condemned, and hung. Bauld Donald soon arrived at ha me, Paid aff his laird and ilka claim ; Mair o' him ye'd tire to hear me tell, But he was soon a laird himsel , Yet ne'er forgot the awfu* shock, When his left hand lay on the block E N D OF DONALD AND HIS DO0 � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 033:Title-page illustration of a young man in casual dress standing in front of a large box of tobacco in a tropical climate. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The comical story of Thrummy Cap and the Ghaist. To which is added The Highland story of Donald &amp; his dog. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Highland story of Donald &amp; his dog Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923288593505154">s0488b16</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource poetry Subject The topic of the resource Wit and Humor Supernatural Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: hut Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1831-1840 Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: fairytale/folk tale Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Nature: flower(s) Nature: tree(s) Object: crate/barrel(s) Object: tobacco Outdoor Scene