not too much under ground; for the hope of mines is very uncertain, and useth to make the planters lazy, in other things.
November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh;* The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry bests retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose; The toil-worn Cotter Frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil
is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
Robert later declared, probably with some bitter exaggeration, that his life had combined 'the cheerless gloom of a hermit with the unceasing moil
of a galley slave.
The masts fell just before daybreak, and for a moment there was a burst and tur- moil
of sparks that seemed to fill with flying fire the night patient and watchful, the vast night lying silent upon the sea.