Like a Gibeonite, once in Canaan.
They had kill’d a cow the day before,
Kept a pudding feast, you may be sure,
Part of it roast, part of it sodden:
But here no bread was to be gotten,
No meal nor salt could there be bought;
But what’s from Fort-Augustus brought.
One man they had was passing free,
Came home by chance, right cannilie,
With a horse-load of provision,