A History of the Gipsies: with Specimens of the Gipsy LanguageSimson, Walter
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A History of the Gipsies: with Specimens of the Gipsy Language
Simson, Walter
Romanies; Romanies -- Languages
"The late Mr. Leek, minister of Yetholm, happened to be riding home
one evening from a visit in Northumberland, when, finding himself
likely to be benighted, for sake of a near cut, he struck into a wild,
solitary track, or drove-road, across the fells, by a place called the
Staw. In one of the derne places through which this path led him,
there stood an old deserted shepherd's house, which, of course, was
reputed to be haunted. The minister, though little apt to be alarmed
by such reports, was, however, somewhat startled on observing, as he
approached close to the cottage, a 'grim visage' staring out past a
_window claith_, or sort of curtain, which had been fastened up to
supply the place of a door, and also several 'dusky figures,' skulking
among the bourtree-bushes that had once sheltered the shepherd's
garden. Without leaving him any time for speculation, however, the
knight of the curtain bolted forth upon him, and, seizing his horse by
the bridle, demanded his money. Mr. Leek, though it was now dark, at
once recognised the gruff voice, and the great, black, burly head of
his next-door neighbour, _Gleid Neckit Will_, the Gipsy chief. 'Dear
me, William,' said the minister, in his usual quiet manner,'can this
be you? ye're surely no serious wi' me? ye wadna sae far wrang your
character for a good neighbour, for the bit trifle I ha'e to gi'e,
William?'--'Lord saif us, Mr. Leek!' said Will, quitting the rein, and
lifting his hat, with great respect, 'Whae wad hae thought o' meeting
you out owre here away? Ye needna gripe for ony siller to me--I wadna
touch a plack o' your gear, nor a hair o' your head, for a' the gowd
o' Tividale. I ken ye'll no do us an ill turn for this mistak--and
I'll e'en see ye safe through the eirie Staw--it's no reckoned a very
_canny bit_, mair ways nor ane; but I wat ye'll no be feared for the
_dead_, and I'll tak care o' the _living_.' Will accordingly gave his
reverend friend a safe convoy through the haunted pass, and,
notwithstanding this ugly mistake, continued ever after an inoffensive
and obliging neighbour to the minister, who, on his part, observed a
prudent and inviolable secrecy on the subject of this rencounter,
during the life time of _Gleid Nickit Will_."
I understand this anecdote to apply to old Will Faa, mentioned in the
Border Gipsies, under chapter VII.--ED.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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