The House on the Moor, v. 2/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
General
The House on the Moor, v. 2/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
"My respects to you, sir," said the old pitman, smacking his thin lips
over the fiery spirit, which he swallowed undiluted; "and here's wishing
us awl more health and better days; but I wouldn't advise you, a young
lad, to have ony on't. There's guid ale here, very guid ale, far better
for a young man of a morning. You may weel ask what has the like o' them
to do concerning sich things; and there's few can tell like me, though I
say it as shouldn't. I was a likely man mysel' in them days--a cotter on
the ould Squire's land, and serving at Tinwood Farm, and had my own
kailyard, and awl things commforable. It's like, if you knaw this
country, you've heard speak of the ould Squire?"
"To be sure--old Musgrave, of the Grange," cried Horace, with a certain
malice and spite, of which he himself was scarcely aware; for Roger
Musgrave's honest simplicity, which he scorned, yet felt galled and
disconcerted by, had often humiliated and enraged the son of the
recluse, who could take no equality with the young relative of the
fox-hunting Squire. He listened more eagerly as this name came in--not
with a benevolent interest, certainly; but the mystery grew more and
more promising as it touched upon the history of a ruined man.
"About twenty year ago, I would say, as near as moight be, there was a
couple o' young chaps comed about here, for their holiday, as I aye
thought to mysel'. The wan o' them was uncommon outspoken in his manner,
wan of them lads that's friends with every stranger at the first word,
with a muckle mouth and teeth--dash em!--that would crunch a man's bones
like a cannibal. T'other he was some kind of a student, aye fiddling
about the grass and the rocks, and them kind o' nonsense pastimes. I
heard the haill business with my ain ears, so it's no mystery to me. I
was ploughing i' the lang park belonging to Tinwood then, with the two
o' them somegate about the ploughtail, having their own cracks, with now
and again a word to me--when all of a suddent the student, he stops, and
he says out loud, 'There's coal here!' I paid little attention till I
saw them baith get earnest and red in the face, and down on their knees
aprying into something I had turned up with my plough; and then I might
have clean forgot it--for what was I heeding, coal or no coal?--when the
t'other man, the lad with the muckle mouth, he came forrard, and says
he, 'Here's my friend and me, we've made a wager about this land, but
we'll ne'er be able to settle it unless awl's quiet, and you never let
on that you've heard what he said. He's awl wrong, and he'll have to
give in, and I'll be the winner, as you'll see; but hold you your peace,
neighbour, and here's a gold guinea to you for your pains.' Lord
preserve us, I never airned a goold guinea as easy in my life! I wush
there was mair on them coming a poor body's way. I held my whisht, and
the lads gaed their way; but eugh, eugh! eh, man, if I had but knawn! I
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account