The women and I were again left to the fireside, and there were no limits
to their joy in me, for they discovered another bond of connexion. I
lived in the same part of England from which Mr. Rose, the superintendent
of the slate-quarries, and his wife, had come. ‘Oh!’ said Mrs. Stuart—so
her neighbour called her, they not giving each other their Christian
names, as is common in Cumberland and Westmoreland,—‘Oh!’ said she, ‘what
would not I give to see anybody that came from within four or five miles
of Leadhills?’ They both exclaimed that I must see Mrs. Rose; she would
make much of me—she would have given me tea and bread and butter and a
good breakfast. I learned from the two women, Mrs. Stuart and Mrs.
Duncan—so the other was called—that Stuart had come from Leadhills for
the sake of better wages, to take the place of Duncan, who had resigned
his office of blacksmith to the quarries, as far as I could learn, in a
pet, intending to go to America, that his wife was averse to go, and that
the scheme, for this cause and through other difficulties, had been given
up. He appeared to be a good-tempered man, and made us a most reasonable
charge for mending the car. His wife told me that they must give up the
house in a short time to the other blacksmith; she did not know whither
they should go, but her husband, being a good workman, could find
employment anywhere. She hurried me out to introduce me to Mrs. Rose,
who was at work in the hay-field; she was exceedingly glad to see one of
her country-women, and entreated that I would go up to her house. It was
a substantial plain house, that would have held half-a-dozen of the
common huts. She conducted me into a sitting-room up-stairs, and set
before me red and white wine, with the remnant of a loaf of wheaten
bread, which she took out of a cupboard in the sitting-room, and some
delicious butter. She was a healthy and cheerful-looking woman, dressed
like one of our country lasses, and had certainly had no better education
than Aggy Ashburner, but she was as a chief in this secluded place, a
Madam of the village, and seemed to be treated with the utmost respect.
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