Drizzle. A Mrs Wilcox aged 78, who for some time resided in
Buxton, made it her general rule, every night to go around her garden, in order
to discover if possible whether any thief was lurking about them. She would
never suffer any person to accompany her but taking a loaded gun over a
shoulder with a lanthorn in her hand, attended by a mastiff, the constant
companion of her mistress in these nocturnal visits. She happened after a usual
round in her grounds to be disturbed in her sleep, one morning by some thieves
who had set a ladder against her chamber window for the purpose of robbing her:
but she was walking out of her sleep at the time. Immediately jumped out of bed
and seized a musket which she kept loaded by her bedside flung open the
casement window and to her astonishment found one man advanced up the ladder
and others prepared to ascend. She presented her piece and said “We you break
in upon my peaceful slumbers and disturb my repose at this late hour. Be gone
or I’ll blow your brains out” The thieves withdrew into the night muttering
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