Arranged marriage -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Love stories; Psychological fiction; Scotland -- Fiction; Women murderers -- Fiction
It was a little hamlet which straggled along the side of a creek formed
by the discharge of a small brook into the sea, and was hidden from the
castle, to which it had been in former times an appendage, by the
intervention of the shoulder of a hill forming a projecting headland.
It was called Wolf’s Hope (_i.e._ Wolf’s Haven), and the few
inhabitants gained a precarious subsistence by manning two or three
fishing-boats in the herring season, and smuggling gin and brandy
during the winter months. They paid a kind of hereditary respect to the
Lords of Ravenswood; but, in the difficulties of the family, most of
the inhabitants of Wolf’s Hope had contrived to get feu-rights to their
little possessions, their huts, kail-yards, and rights of commonty, so
that they were emancipated from the chains of feudal dependence, and
free from the various exactions with which, under every possible
pretext, or without any pretext at all, the Scottish landlords of the
period, themselves in great poverty, were wont to harass their still
poorer tenants at will. They might be, on the whole, termed
independent, a circumstance peculiarly galling to Caleb, who had been
wont to exercise over them the same sweeping authority in levying
contributions which was exercised in former times in England, when “the
royal purveyors, sallying forth from under the Gothic portcullis to
purchase provisions with power and prerogative, instead of money,
brought home the plunder of an hundred markets, and all that could be
seized from a flying and hiding country, and deposited their spoil in
an hundred caverns.”
Caleb loved the memory and resented the downfall of that authority,
which mimicked, on a petty scale, the grand contributions exacted by
the feudal sovereigns. And as he fondly flattered himself that the
awful rule and right supremacy, which assigned to the Barons of
Ravenswood the first and most effective interest in all productions of
nature within five miles of their castle, only slumbered, and was not
departed for ever, he used every now and then to give the recollection
of the inhabitants a little jog by some petty exaction. These were at
first submitted to, with more or less readiness, by the inhabitants of
the hamlet; for they had been so long used to consider the wants of the
Baron and his family as having a title to be preferred to their own,
that their actual independence did not convey to them an immediate
sense of freedom. They resembled a man that has been long fettered,
who, even at liberty, feels in imagination the grasp of the handcuffs
still binding his wrists. But the exercise of freedom is quickly
followed with the natural consciousness of its immunities, as the
enlarged prisoner, by the free use of his limbs, soon dispels the
cramped feeling they had acquired when bound.
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