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From Witch Wood, by John Buchan

DAFT GIBBIE

"Daft Gibbie, too, had become a partisan. He would dog David's footsteps, and when spoken to would only reply with friendly pawings and incoherent gabble. He would swing his stick as if it were a flail. 'Sned them, sir,' he would cry, 'sned them like thristles.'"

From Chapter XV, Hallowmass