I stayed the night at Heathtown (famous for the church wherein Bernard
Gilpin, 'the apostle of the north,' stayed the hot Borderers from
feud), and, drawing the heather-honeyed air deep into my lungs, felt
my strength so renewed that the thoughts of shifting the
ticket-of-leave gentleman if he didn't, in North-country phrase, 'keep
a civil tongue in his heid and behave hissel' respectable,' positively
inspired me with pleasure.
The postman in his cart was, as it chanced, going up to the little
village, styled a 'toon,' where the last post and telegraph-office
this side of Scotland is situated, and insisted upon giving me a
'cast' so far upon my road.
'No, nowse is changed ava,' he replied, in answer to my query, 'syne
ye were last here, save belikely that we are aal a year older, an'
that Farmer Newton's missus was brought tae bed wi' anither bairn a
month ago last Saterday. Ye'll mind she had her fourth bairn the last
time ye were here, an' Farmer Newton, he says he'll just hae tae turn
priest, an' get the Sixstanes livin',[22] an' there, ye ken, the Queen
sends ye a ten-pound note for every addition tae yor fam'ly; an'
though there might not be ower muckle profit in it, it wud help tae
keep the pot a-boiling, says he. But I'm thinkin' mysel',' continued
my informant reflectively, 'that if Farmer Newton were tae give up
shootin' an' huntin' sae muckle, an' took a turn at farmin', he'd have
a less reason for complaining.'
And so we passed the time away, he regaling me with all the domestic
gossip of the countryside, I interrupting him now and again to point
out the historical objects of interest on either hand of us; for, like
all true countrymen, though he knew every stick and stone by the
wayside, he was entirely ignorant of the past history of his vale.
We were now close on the village where my driver ended his stage, and
it suddenly occurred to me to inquire, as I thanked him for his
kindness to myself, if he knew anything of my friend's protégé at the
Fair Green Haugh.
'Well,' he replied slowly, 'I have heard as hoo he has ta'en up wi' a
convick or gaol-bord o' that description. Wey, I canna tell. He'd
muckle better hae getten'd hissel' marrit; an' sartinly we divvn't
want that sort o' specie up this wattor-side. We hevn't muckle gear
belike, but we prefer tae keep wor ain. He'll be ain o' the lifting
kind likelies, the same as thae moss-troopin' fellers ye were crackin'
on aboot enoo whae divvn't seem ivvor tae hae heard on the fifth
commandment. Ye'll be weel employed this holiday-time o' yors wi'
lookin' efter him, I's warn'd. But yo're a lawyer chap,' he continued,
'an' dootless ye'll find an excuse tae shift him wi'. Put on yor wig,
an' nae doot but it will tarrify him.'
I thanked the speaker for his advice somewhat ruefully, for his words
exactly fitted my own presentiment.
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