We have brought our hogs to a fair market: or, Strange newes from New-Gate; being a most pleasant and historical narrative, of Captain James Hind, never before published, of his merry pranks, witty jests, unparallel'd attempts, and strange designs. With his orders, instructions, and decree, to all his royal gang, and fraternity; the appearing of a strange vision on Munday morning last, with a crown upon his head; the speech and command that were then given to Cap. Hind; and the manner how it vanished away. As also how he was enchanted by a witch at Hatfield, for the space of three years; and how she switch'd his horse with a white rod, and gave him a thing like a sun-diall, the point of which should direct him which way to take when persued. With his speech; the old hags charm; and the raising of the Devil in the likeness of a lyon; to the great admiration and wonder of all that shall read the same.

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We have brought our hogs to a fair market: or, Strange newes from New-Gate; being a most pleasant and historical narrative, of Captain James Hind, never before published, of his merry pranks, witty jests, unparallel'd attempts, and strange designs. With his orders, instructions, and decree, to all his royal gang, and fraternity; the appearing of a strange vision on Munday morning last, with a crown upon his head; the speech and command that were then given to Cap. Hind; and the manner how it vanished away. As also how he was enchanted by a witch at Hatfield, for the space of three years; and how she switch'd his horse with a white rod, and gave him a thing like a sun-diall, the point of which should direct him which way to take when persued. With his speech; the old hags charm; and the raising of the Devil in the likeness of a lyon; to the great admiration and wonder of all that shall read the same.
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G. H.
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Imprinted at London, :: for George Horton,
1651 [i.e. 1652]
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Hind, James, d. 1652.
Brigands and robbers -- England -- Early works to 1800.
Witchcraft -- England -- Early works to 1800.
Royalists -- Early works to 1800.
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"We have brought our hogs to a fair market: or, Strange newes from New-Gate; being a most pleasant and historical narrative, of Captain James Hind, never before published, of his merry pranks, witty jests, unparallel'd attempts, and strange designs. With his orders, instructions, and decree, to all his royal gang, and fraternity; the appearing of a strange vision on Munday morning last, with a crown upon his head; the speech and command that were then given to Cap. Hind; and the manner how it vanished away. As also how he was enchanted by a witch at Hatfield, for the space of three years; and how she switch'd his horse with a white rod, and gave him a thing like a sun-diall, the point of which should direct him which way to take when persued. With his speech; the old hags charm; and the raising of the Devil in the likeness of a lyon; to the great admiration and wonder of all that shall read the same." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A96125.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 23, 2025.

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How Hind was betrayed by two Whores; who sent two high-way men to take his mo∣ney; and how he killed one of their horses, and rob'd the other of his money.

HInd being full of gold, past away the day very merrily, and towards night, rides to an Inn which stood in a private Road, where it seems some high∣way men did use; after he had seen his horse carefully drest and fed, came into the house, where were two hndome Ladies by the fire; he bespoke a good sup∣per, and invited the Ladies to it; when supper was ready, he called for wine, & made them merry; they seemed very coy to him; but knowing their humour, puld out of his pocket a handful of gold, singing the song, Maid▪ where are your hearts become, look you what here is! after much mirth, to bed he went; he had not been long a bed; but the two men came in who kept these two Whores, to whom they said, that there was a Gentleman in the house that had abundnce of Gold about him: they resolve to watch his going, and to follow him in the morning; Hind being wakeful, rose early in the morning, and was mounted before those Lads were stirring: when they heard his horse prance, they looked out at a win∣dow to see him; but the Theevs seeing he had so good a horse, were like to fall out who should have him: one said, I will have the horse, and you shall have his mo∣ney: Nay, said the other, I will have his horse. They quickly made themselves rea∣dy, and rod after Hind; when they had overtaken him, they asked him which way he rod; he answers them▪ towards Cambridge: and coming to a place where no people were nigh, one of the Theves jears Hind, holding money in his hand, & sings, Maids where ae your hearts become, look you what here is! Hind seeing their in∣tent, and knowing he was betray'd, answers them in the same tune: Now you Rogues, you are bot undone, look you what here is; firing at one of them, and shot his horse in the head; which the other seeing, betook himself to flight; but Hind soon overtook him, and takes away his money, saying; Is there but one Master-Thief in England, and would you venture to rob him: verily, were you not of my own pro∣fession, neither of you should have lived; but seeing thu ventured hard for it, thou deservest something: so Hind gave him his money back which he had taken from him, say∣ing to him, Remember what I say unto you: Disgrace not your selves with small sums, but aim high, and for great ones; for the least will bring you to the Gallows; and so farewell, O precious Councel.

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