Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 67, No. 411, January 1850Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 67, No. 411, January 1850
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
"'How are you, strangers? Whar are you going, and whar are you
from?' said a fellow, who came trotting up with an old straw
hat on his head. He was dressed in the coarsest brown homespun
cloth. His face was rather sallow, from fever and ague, and his
tall figure, although strong and sinewy, was quite thin, and
had, besides, an angular look, which, together with his boorish
seat on horseback, gave him an appearance anything but graceful.
Plenty more of the same stamp were close behind him. Their
company was raised in one of the frontier counties, and we soon
had abundant evidence of their rustic breeding: dozens of them
came crowding round, pushing between our first visitors, and
staring at us with unabashed faces.
"'Are you the captain?' asked one fellow.
"'What's your business out here?' inquired another.
"'Whar do you live when you're at home?' said a third.
"'I reckon you're traders,' surmised a fourth; and, to crown the
whole, one of them came confidently to my side, and inquired, in
a low voice, 'What is your partner's name?'
"As each new comer repeated the same questions, the nuisance
became intolerable. Our military visitors were soon disgusted at
the concise nature of our replies, and we could overhear them
muttering curses against us. Presently, to our amazement, we saw
a large cannon with four horses come lumbering up behind the
crowd; and the driver, who was perched on one of the animals,
stretching his neck so as to look over the rest of the men,
called out,--
"'Whar are you from, and what's your business?'
"The captain of one of the companies was amongst our visitors,
drawn by the same curiosity that had attracted his men.
"'Well, men,' said he at last, lazily rising from the ground
where he had been lounging, 'it's getting late; I reckon we had
better be moving.'
"'I shan't start yet, anyhow,' said one fellow, who lay half
asleep, with his head resting on his arm.
"'Don't be in a hurry, captain,' added the lieutenant.
"'Well, have it your own way, we'll wait awhile longer,' replied
the obsequious commander.
"At length, however, our visitors went straggling away as they
had come, and we, to our great relief, were left alone again."
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