John Cheap, the Chapman's Library. Vol. 1: Comic and Humorous: The Scottish Chap Literature of Last Century, ClassifiedGraham, Dougal
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John Cheap, the Chapman's Library. Vol. 1: Comic and Humorous: The Scottish Chap Literature of Last Century, Classified
Graham, Dougal
Chapbooks, Scottish; English literature -- 18th century; Graham, Dougal, 1724-1779; Popular literature -- Scotland
We again came to a place near Sutry-hill, where the ale was good,
and very civil usage, and our drouth being very great, the more
we drank the better we loved it. Here we fell in company with a
Quack Doctor, who bragged us with bottle about for two days and two
nights; only when one fell drunk, we pushed and pricked him up with
a big pin to keep him from sleeping; he bought of our hair, and we
of his drugs,--he having as much knowledge of the one as we had
of the other; only I was sure I had as much as would set a whole
parish to the midden or mug all at once; but the profit, though all
to come, went to the landlady to make up the loss of having the
lime pished off the door cheeks.
But at last our money ran short, and the landlady had no chalk or
faith to credit us, seeing by our coats, courage, and conduct,
that we would little mind performance against the day of payment;
so that we began to turn sober and wise behind the hand, and every
one of us to seek supply from another; and then we collected all
the money we had amongst us on the table, it was but four pence
halfpenny, which we lovingly divided among us, being only three
bawbees apiece; and as drouthy Tom’s stock and mine was conjunct,
we gave the Quack again his sh--ng stuff and his stinking mugs, and
he gave us our goods and pickles of hair, which we equally divided
betwixt us, the whole of it only came to eighteen shillings and
sixpence prime cost, and so we parted, I went for East Lothian
and Tom for the West; but my sorting of goods being unsuitable
for the country, I got little or no money next day; and it being
Saturday, I prevailed to get staying in a great farmer’s house,
about two miles from Haddington; they were all at supper when I
came in; I was ordered to go round the servants and collect a soup
out of every cog, which was sufficient to have served three men:
the goodwife ordered me to be laid in the barn all night, but the
bully-faced goodman swore he had too much stuff in it to venture
me there; the goodwife, said I should not lie in the house, for I
would be o’er near the lasses’ bed; then the lads swore I would
not go with them, for I was a for-jesket like fellow, and who kens
whether I was honest or not; he may fill his wallet wi’ our claes
and gang his wa’ or day light. At last I was conducted out to the
swine’s stye, to sleep with an old sow and seven pigs, and there I
lay for two nights. Now I began to reflect on the sour fruits of
drinking, and own all the misery just that was come upon me. In the
night the young pigs came grunting about me very kindly, thinking
I was some friend of their mother’s come to visit them; they gave
me but little rest, always coming kissing me with their cold noses,
which caused me to beat them off with my staff, which made them
to make a terrible noise, so that the old mother came up to argue
the matter, running upon me with open mouth, but I gave her such
a rout over her long snout, as caused her to roar out murder in
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