Bothwell Bridge, Battle of, Scotland, 1679 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- 1660-1688 -- Fiction; War stories
“The deevil ye did, sir! And ye come to tell me that to my face? You
pretend to gie entertainments, that canna come by a dinner except by
sorning on a carefu’ man like me? But if ye put me to charges, I’se work
it out o’ye. I seena why ye shouldna haud the pleugh, now that the
pleughman has left us; it wad set ye better than wearing thae green duds,
and wasting your siller on powther and lead; it wad put ye in an honest
calling, and wad keep ye in bread without being behadden to ony ane.”
“I am very ambitious of learning such a calling, sir, but I don’t
understand driving the plough.”
“And what for no? It’s easier than your gunning and archery that ye like
sae weel. Auld Davie is ca’ing it e’en now, and ye may be goadsman for
the first twa or three days, and tak tent ye dinna o’erdrive the owsen,
and then ye will be fit to gang betweeu the stilts. Ye’ll ne’er learn
younger, I’ll be your caution. Haggie-holm is heavy land, and Davie is
ower auld to keep the coulter down now.”
“I beg pardon for interrupting you, sir, but I have formed a scheme for
myself, which will have the same effect of relieving you of the burden
and charge attending my company.”
“Ay? Indeed? a scheme o’ yours? that must be a denty ane!” said the
uncle, with a very peculiar sneer; “let’s hear about it, lad.”
“It is said in two words, sir. I intend to leave this country, and serve
abroad, as my father did before these unhappy troubles broke out at home.
His name will not be so entirely forgotten in the countries where he
served, but that it will procure his son at least the opportunity of
trying his fortune as a soldier.”
“Gude be gracious to us!” exclaimed the housekeeper; “our young Mr Harry
gang abroad? na, na! eh, na! that maun never be.”
Milnwood, entertaining no thought or purpose of parting with his nephew,
who was, moreover, very useful to him in many respects, was thunderstruck
at this abrupt declaration of independence from a person whose deference
to him had hitherto been unlimited. He recovered himself, however,
immediately.
“And wha do you think is to give you the means, young man, for such a
wild-goose chase? Not I, I am sure. I can hardly support you at hame. And
ye wad be marrying, I’se warrant, as your father did afore ye, too, and
sending your uncle hame a pack o’ weans to be fighting and skirling
through the house in my auld days, and to take wing and flee aff like
yoursell, whenever they were asked to serve a turn about the town?”
“I have no thoughts of ever marrying,” answered Henry.
“Hear till him now!” said the housekeeper. “It’s a shame to hear a douce
young lad speak in that way, since a’ the warld kens that they maun
either marry or do waur.”
“Haud your peace, Alison,” said her master; “and you, Harry,” (he added
more mildly,) “put this nonsense out o’ your head--this comes o’ letting
ye gang a-sodgering for a day--mind ye hae nae siller, lad, for ony sic
nonsense plans.”
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