rson fired at him, but missed him;
whereupon he roared out, God damn his soul; another fired a pocket
pistol, which took his head; and so he fell down dead. Thus his
assiduity brought him to his end, near four miles from the troop, and
one from his companion.--_Walker_.

THOMAS KENNOWAY, an officer of the guards and another booted apostle for
the propagation of Episcopacy, was with Dalziel at Pentland and at the
apprehending of Mr. M'Kail at Braid's craigs, and the apprehending of
Mr. King after Bothwel. He attacked a meeting at Bathgate, shot one
dead, and took fourteen prisoners, who were afterwards banished 1681. He
came with a party to Livingston parish, where he rifled houses, broke
open chests, abused women with child, took an old man and his son, and
offered to hang them on the two ends of a tow. He spent the Lord's day
in drinking, saying, he would make the prisoners pay it. He was a
profane adulterer, a drinker, a fearful blasphemer, curser and swearer.
He would sometimes say, Hell would be a good winter but a bad
summer-quarters. One asked him, if he was never afraid of hell? He swore
he was never afraid of that, but he was sometimes afraid the rebels (so
he called the sufferers) should shoot him dead at a dykeside. In the
midst of this career, he comes out of Edinburgh, Nov. 1683, with a roll
of 150 persons, probably of his own up-giving to be apprehended. He
alights at Livingston, where he meets one Stuart. When drinking, he
shewed him his commission, and told him, he hoped in a few days to be as
good a laird as many in that country: but regretted he was now so old,
and would not get it long enjoyed. They came to Swine's-abbey, where
they continued some days drinking, laying their projects. But on the
20th of November being somewhat alarmed, they run to the door of the
house, thinking none would be so bold as attack them, but were instantly
both shot dead on the spot.[278] And thus their wicked lives were ended,
and their malevolent designs left unaccomplished.--_Wodrow_.

JAMES IRVIN of Bonshaw, at first a trader in Irish horses, then a
high-way man, but one who loved the wages of unrighteousness:--for
having got notice of Mr. Cargil, Mr. Smith, &c. he went to the
council, and got a commission and a party, and surprized them at
Coventorn mill. This made him cry out, "O blessed Bonshaw! and blessed
day that ever I was born! that has found such a prize!" meaning the 5000
merks set on Mr. Cargil's head. At La