CHAPTER XVII. 
                    TOWN DRUMMERS, BELL RINGERS,CRIERS, ETC. 
                    Town Drummers, Bell Ringers, Criers, etc. : Old Hunter—Young 
                    Hunter, better known as Puddock Wull—As a Swimmer—Lost at 
                    Haddington—A bit of a Glutton—A brief Wooing—Tricked by Tranent 
                    Bell Ringer—Wull enlists for a Soldier—Geordie Muir—Davie 
                    Storie—Robbie Smith and the Dishcloot—Robbie Smith's Marriage—Sandie 
                    Kedzlie and the Barrelless Gun—Sandie and his Siller—The Old 
                    Flint Gun—Rob Tamson's Prayer. 
                    OLD HUNTER. 
                    PRESTONPANS, like other country villages, has always had its 
                    quota of curious characters, in the form of town criers, drummers, 
                    bell ringers, kirk beadles, etc. In many districts the kirk 
                    officer held all the aforenamed offices, but in Prestonpans 
                    the beadle as a rule always held himself superior to these 
                    things. There have been town criers here from a very early 
                    period, but we draw the line at old Hunter, who is still well 
                    remembered among the more ancient of the villagers. 
                    Old Hunter was a genuine native of the soil, and a shoemaker. 
                    He became town bellringer, town drummer, and town crier at 
                    an early age, and ceased to make a din only when his tongue 
                    would no longer waggle or his fingers hold a drumstick. He 
                    was succeeded in office by his son William, better known as 
                     
                     
                    PUDDOCK WULL. 
                    Wull, like his predecessor, went in for "cobbling," and if 
                    he succeeded his father in the art of using his awl, he also 
                    succeeded him in the office of town drummer. Along with these 
                    he inherited many of his father's peculiarities, and possessed 
                    no end of whimsicalities very much his own. 
                     
                    The new town drummer was a strong-bodied man, with not altogether 
                    uncomely features, but he was very much malformed in his nether 
                    limbs. His knees were flattened outwards, and his heels came 
                    in till they met together. He walked, or bounded rather, with 
                    the aid of a pair of crutches. His youthful tormentors maintained 
                    that he leapt like a frog, and they nicknamed him " Puddock 
                    Wull." Wull was a powerful swimmer. He was far ahead of all 
                    comers in the district, and his aquatic powers were said to 
                    be owing to the malformation of his limbs. A boat in distress 
                    excited him terribly, through eagerness to rush to the rescue. 
                    He liked to be among the wild waves revelling. He ventured 
                    into the most dangerous places, and it became a common saying, 
                    "There is nae droonin' o' Wull." 
                    If a " wild beast" show arrived in the village, if a concert 
                    or soiree was to be, or if a sale by auction was about to 
                    take place, Wull's services were sure to be in request, and 
                    with his big drum fixed in front of him, and surrounded by 
                    noisy children, he was in his glory. 
                    Thus accompanied, off he would bound, halt betimes, and sound 
                    his drum. He was gifted with a most stentorian voice. His 
                    words could be heard distinctly from one end of the village 
                    to the other. After proclaiming his news towards the west 
                    end of the village, he would set off by way of Tranent, where 
                    he was very well known, then making his way down by Cockenzie 
                    and Preston Links he would re-enter the village at the east 
                    end, and by this means he maintained that he was for Prestonpans, 
                    the best—  
                     
                    " Disseminator of news 
                    That ever stood before 
                    In a pair of leather shoes."  
                     
                    HUMOUR OR SPLEEN. 
                    One day, during a fit of humour or spleen, Wull, by one of 
                    his announcements, rather surprised the natives. Arrayed m 
                    all his glory, he took his place in front of the principal 
                    inn. "What's up the day, Wull ? " inquired a lounger. 
                    "Sad news! Sad news!" was the reply; "but halt and 
                    hear" 
                    And after sounding his drum, he bawled out at the top 
                    of his voice, . „ 
                    "Lost! Lost! Lost!' 
                    "Ay, lost at Haddington the other day-a lawyers con-  
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