There was nothing to mar the quaint and antique flavour of existence.
The post, like our lifeboat institution, was here supported by
voluntary contributions. If anyone were 'gannin' up the wattor,' well
and good; he would take the letters with him. If not, then they were
left at the schoolmaster's till called for. Newspapers, again, with
the exception of a weekly _Courant_ or a _Scots Mail_, were, like the
woodcock, but 'occasional visitors' in that region; and when it is
added that the house I usually stayed at was situated eighteen miles
from a terminus of a slow branch line of the North British Railway
Company, it will be evident that the ordinary tourist had a very poor
chance of putting in an appearance in that favoured region.
I was recalling all these little details with infinite gusto as I sat
down at my desk to write to my friend the Presbyterian minister and
schoolmaster of Fair-Green Haugh, suggesting a visit from myself a
week ahead.
The answer came just in time for me to pack up and start within the
week.
'I am sorry to say,' wrote my friend in conclusion, 'that my
accommodation is somewhat limited this summer, as I have had to give
up my small sanctum to a protégé of mine, who, though he has just been
discharged from gaol, will yet, I feel assured, become a highly useful
and respectable member of society.
'I know your kind heart, my friend,' he continued, 'and feel sure you
will not regret a temporary lack of comfort in so good a cause. You
can always use the schoolroom, as it is holiday time, for reading,
writing and smoking.'
'Heavens!' I murmured to myself, as I took in the monstrous situation;
'fancy having to spend my vacation trying to improve an infernal
burglar! He knows my kind heart, he says. Well, it only proves the
truth of the poet's lines:
'"Not e'en the dearest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile or cry."
I wonder,' I soliloquized, 'whether he is of the heavy, hang-dog,
dropped-jaw type--the knifing variety, in brief--or the other
species--the shifty-eyed, chinless, quick but evil brained sort. On
the whole, I prefer the first, for if he cannot control his temper, at
any rate you know where you are with him, whereas with the latter you
never can tell what he may be up to.'
Anyway, it was exasperating, for here had I been congratulating myself
upon the sweet security of my proposed retreat, only to discover at
the last moment that I was destined to become co-warder of a criminal.
However, it was no use making myself miserable before the time, and as
I was at any rate now free from the choking London atmosphere I could
revel in the thought of fresh country air, liberty and leisure.
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