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THE DEATH OF PARCY EEED. |
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.For Sir John Forster, I dare well say, i»
Made us this noisome afternoon.
Not that I speak preceislie out, That he supposed it would be perril;
But pride, and breaking out of feuid, Garr'd Tindaill lads begin the quarrel. ico |
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THE DEATH OF PARCY REED.
Taken down from the recitation of an old woman, and first published (certainly not without what are called "improvements") in Richardson's Borderer's Table Book, vol. vii. p. 384, with an introduction by
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Mr. Robert White, which we here abridge. Percival or Parcy Reed, was proprietor of Trough-end, a tract of land in Redesdale, Northumberland, a man of courage and devoted to the chase. Having been appointed warden of the district, he had the misfortune in the discharge of his duties, to offend a family of the name of Hall, who were owners of the farm of Girsonsfield, and also to incur the enmity of a band of moss-troopers, Crosier by name, some of whom had been brought to justice by his hands. The Halls concealed their resentment until they were able ' to contrive an opportunity for taking a safe revenge. |
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