The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
“But do you know, too,” says I, “that they are the severest people upon
criminals of your kind in the world?” He did not value that, he said,
in his blunt, short way; he would venture it. Upon this I told him
that, seeing it was so, and he would run such ventures, I would take my
leave of him and be gone back to England. He seemed sullen, or rather
it was the roughness of his untractable disposition. He said I might do
what I would, he would do as he found opportunity. However, we did not
part immediately, but went on towards the capital city. On the road we
found too much poverty and too few people to give him room to expect
any advantage in his way; and though he had his eyes about him as sharp
as a hawk, yet he saw plainly there was nothing to be done; for as to
the men, they did not seem to have much money about them; and for the
women, their dress was such that, had they any money, or indeed any
pockets, it was impossible to come at them; for, wearing large plaids
about them and down to their knees, they were wrapped up so close that
there was no coming to make the least attempt of that kind.
Kelso was indeed a good town, and had abundance of people in it; and
yet, though he stayed one Sunday there, and saw the church, which is
very large and thronged with people, yet, as he told me, there was not
one woman to be seen in all the church with any other dress than a
plaid, except in two pews, which belonged to some nobleman, and who,
when they came out, were so surrounded with footmen and servants that
there was no coming near them, any more than there was any coming near
the king surrounded by his guards.
We set out, therefore, with this discouragement, which I was secretly
glad of, and went forward to Edinburgh. All the way thither we went
through no considerable town, and it was but very coarse travelling for
us, who were strangers; for we met with waters which were very
dangerous to pass, by reason of hasty rains, at a place called
Lauderdale, and where my captain was really in danger of drowning, his
horse being driven down by the stream, and fell under him, by which he
wetted and spoiled his stolen goods that he brought from Newcastle, and
which he had kept dry strangely, by holding them up in his arms when he
swam the Tweed. But here it wanted but little that he and his horse had
been lost, not so much by the depth of the water as the fury of the
current. But he had a proverb in his favour, and he got out of the
water, though with difficulty enough, not being born to be drowned, as
I shall observe afterwards in its place.
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