Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Volume 4 (of 10)Lockhart, J. G. (John Gibson)
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Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Volume 4 (of 10)
Lockhart, J. G. (John Gibson)
Authors, Scottish -- 19th century -- Biography; Scott, Walter, 1771-1832
"Just as we were going to dinner, the yacht appeared, and Mr.
Stevenson landed. He gives a most favorable account of the isles to
the northward, particularly Unst. I believe Lerwick is the worst part
of Shetland. Are hospitably received and entertained by the Lerwick
gentlemen. They are a quick, intelligent race--chiefly of Scottish
birth, as appears from their names, Mowat, Gifford, Scott, and so
forth. These are the chief proprietors. The Norwegian or Danish
surnames, though of course the more ancient, belong, with some
exceptions, to the lower ranks. The Veteran Corps expects to be
disbanded, and the officers and Lerwegians seem to part with regret.
Some of the officers talk of settling here. The price of everything is
moderate, and the style of living unexpensive. Against these
conveniences are to be placed a total separation from public life,
news, and literature; and a variable and inhospitable climate.
Lerwick will suffer most severely if the Fort is not occupied by some
force or other; for, between whiskey and frolic, the Greenland sailors
will certainly burn the little town. We have seen a good deal, and
heard much more, of the pranks of these unruly guests. A gentleman of
Lerwick, who had company to dine with him, observed beneath his window
a party of sailors eating a leg of roast mutton, which he witnessed
with philanthropic satisfaction, till he received the melancholy
information, that that individual leg of mutton, being the very
sheet-anchor of his own entertainment, had been violently carried off
from his kitchen, spit and all, by these honest gentlemen, who were
now devouring it. Two others, having carried off a sheep, were
apprehended, and brought before a Justice of the Peace, who questioned
them respecting the fact. The first denied he had taken the sheep, but
said he had seen it taken away by a fellow with a red nose and a black
wig (this was the Justice's description). 'Don't you think he was like
his honor, Tom?' he added, appealing to his comrade. 'By G--, Jack,'
answered Tom, 'I believe it was the very man!' Erskine has been busy
with these facetious gentlemen, and has sent several to prison, but
nothing could have been done without the soldiery. We leave Lerwick at
eight o'clock, and sleep on board the yacht.
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