Born the King of Angels: O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Even the most ice-hearted commuters melt when they see him sitting there.

But to contact the spirit an incantor 'au-ua-ro-ar' [auwarawar] is necessary. He squats and rubs the inside of his thigh and howls and wails ecstatically. The chief then asks his questions […]

On looking out, the woman continued, she saw, in the grey of the morning, more gentlemen than she had ever before seen in one place, all on horseback, in armour, and dripping wet—and that Kinmont Willie, who sat woman fashion behind one of them, was the biggest carle she ever saw—and there was much merriment in the company.