Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)Bisset, Robert
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Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)
Bisset, Robert
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
from the place, but belonging to peasants or labourers who had retired
early to rest, that with the morning sun they might rise to their
useful occupations.
Captain Graham had escaped unhurt;--having recovered his recollection,
and accustomed to witness more direful mishaps than he trusted his
friend’s disaster would prove, he laid him carefully on the grass,
while he himself, by the clear twilight of a July night, set forwards
in quest of some friendly habitation, where his comrade might repose
until he could be safely removed. Following the track, he in a quarter
of an hour arrived at a solitary cottage, which from its first
appearance he feared was uninhabited, till the barking of a dog made
him hope that this was a faithful centinel guarding, though humble,
the dwelling of man. On his approach the gallant watch, though not
very strong, raised a loud alarm, more vehement and furious as Graham
approached the door of his master. The traveller hallooed with all
his vociferation. A rough voice from the hovel, in a northern accent,
demanded, who is there? and what is wanted? the other briefly mentioned
the mishap. The master of the house soon came forth, and the moon,
having now begun to shine, presented an elderly man, tall, straight,
and muscular, who, in a style of language somewhat better than his
habitation denoted, declared his willingness to assist a fellow
creature in distress. He however requested the gentleman to speak
softly, as there was, he said, a detachment of marauders in the rear of
his house, who if they knew that the commander was out of the garrison
might carry away his stores and equipage. “It is a fair stratagem,
please your honour, however, to fire your minute-guns when you are
shifting your camp. If we go ourselves we shall make the vollies of
the picquet guard amuse the enemy.” He accordingly bound his dog to a
post, well knowing that “in the absence of the commander the artillery
would be incessantly discharged.” This figurative language convinced
Graham, that his attendant was a brother soldier. But hurrying to
the scene of disaster, he took no time to ask any questions, except
such as pertained to the case of his friend, and learned to his great
satisfaction, that there was a skilful surgeon at a town within a
few miles. When they arrived they found Major Hamilton, though in
great pain, very quiet; and the postillion had, in his agreeable bed,
relapsed into a tranquil repose. The new acquaintance proposed that
the gentleman should be carried easily on their arms to his cottage,
where he should have his poor accommodation until better could be
provided. But, the moon being now under a cloud, Graham said, they
should stop a little until her light should enable them to find their
steps with more ease to the patient. The cottager, foreseeing this
difficulty, had brought a lanthern, which, from an œconomy necessary
in his very limited finances, he had forborne kindling till necessary:
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