The Eskdale Herd-boy: A Scottish Tale for the Instruction and Amusement of Young PeopleBlackford, Mrs. (Martha)
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The Eskdale Herd-boy: A Scottish Tale for the Instruction and Amusement of Young People
Blackford, Mrs. (Martha)
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Scotland -- Juvenile fiction; Shepherds -- Scotland -- Juvenile fiction
When William had kissed his mother, almost a dozen times, he suddenly
turned round, and said, "but, where is my dear father? I thought he was
here also:" and, looking in his mother's face, with a transient blush,
"would he not even come and see me?" "My dear," answered his mother, "your
father will be here to-morrow, or next day; he is gone to Melrose, with
your sister. It would have been too far for her to ride all this long way
round, and so he will place her in safety first, and then join us here;
but you take no notice of this gentleman, who has kindly brought me to see
you." "I am sure," said William, "I am very much obliged to you, Sir, and
beg your pardon for being so rude as not to speak to you before; but,
really I was so delighted with seeing mamma, and thinking about papa, that
I did not remember there was any one else in the room." "Oh, your apology
quite gains my forgiveness, William; but now, that you have found me out,
let us shake hands and become friends. You have few warmer ones, I assure
you, than I am inclined to become: who do you think I am, that have come
so far to see you?" William looked some time at him. There was a
particular expression in Captain Elliot's face, when he smiled, which
strongly resembled that of his sister. William caught it, as he was
considering; and instantly sprung forward to him. "It is my own uncle
Elliot, I am sure." Charmed by such an artless, affectionate recognition,
his uncle pressed him to his breast with feelings of the warmest
affection; and from that moment an attachment, as strong as it was lasting
(for it was broken only by death) took a firm hold of both their minds.
William, during the two years he had spent with his grandmother, had been
in the constant habit of listening to the praises of this her only son. He
was the best, the bravest of men; and there was no wonder that he should
have been the principal subject of conversation between the good old lady
and a grandson whom she so much wished to resemble him. It was, therefore,
the first object of William's ambition, to see this wonderful uncle; and
no sooner were his wishes accomplished, than he determined to leave no
means untried to be allowed never to quit him.
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