any, and so of being brought back to his first station, and obliged to
seek lodging till morning in some hamlet there, or else in the
Canongate. He could perform the whole circuit of the walls, however, in
less than an hour, and might have the solace, at some points of his
walk, of night views down into the luminous hollows of the town, very
different from his first view upward from the North Loch.
While the belated traveller was thus shut out, the inhabitants within
might be passing their hours till bed-time comfortably enough, whether
in the privacy of their domiciles, or in more or less noisy loitering
and locomotion among the streets and wynds. If it were clear moonlight
or starlight, the wynds, and especially the stately length of the High
Street, would be radiantly distinct, and locomotion in them would be
easy. But even in the darkest nights the townsmen were not reduced to
actual groping through their town, if _ennui_, or whim, or business, or
neighbourly conviviality determined them to be out of doors. Not only
would they carry torches and lanterns with them for their own behoof,
especially if they had to find their way down narrow closes to their
homes; not only were there the gratuitous oil-lights or candlelights
from the windows of the fore-tenements in the streets and wynds, sending
down some glimmer into the streets and wynds themselves; but, by public
regulation, the tenants of the fore-stair houses in the principal
thoroughfares were bound to hang out, during certain hours of the
evening, lamps for the guidance of those that might be passing. One has
to remember, however, that people in those days kept very early hours.
By ten o’clock every night Auld Reekie was mostly asleep. By that hour,
accordingly, the house-lights, with some exceptions, had ceased to
twinkle; and from that hour, save for bands of late roysterers here and
there at close-mouths, and for the appointed night-watches on guard at
the different ports, or making an occasional round with drum and
whistle, silence and darkness reigned till dawn.
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