Mr. L--t said that was the very man we wanted to make our party
complete; and at an early hour next morning we started for the ewe-fair
of Thirlestane, taking Blackwood's Magazine for August along with us.
We rode through the ancient royal burgh of Selkirk, halted and corned
our horses at a romantic village, nigh to some deep linns on the
Ettrick, and reached the market ground at Thirlestane-green a little
before mid-day. We soon found Hogg, standing near the foot of the
market, as he called it, beside a great drove of paulies, a species of
stock that I never heard of before. They were small sheep, striped on
the backs with red chalk. Mr. L--t introduced me to him as a great
wool-stapler, come to raise the price of that article; but he eyed me
with distrust, and, turning his back on us, answered: "I hae sell'd
mine."
I followed, and, shewing him the above-quoted letter, said I was
exceedingly curious to have a look of these singular remains he had so
ingeniously described; but he only answered me with the remark that "It
was a queer fancy for a wool-stapler to tak."
His two friends then requested him to accompany us to the spot, and to
take some of his shepherds with us to assist in raising the body; but
he spurned at the idea, saying: "Od bless ye, lad! I hae ither matters
to mind. I hae a' thae paulies to sell, an', a' yon Highland stotts
down on the green, every ane; an' then I hae ten scores o' yowes to buy
after, an', If I canna first sell my ain stock, I canna buy nae ither
body's. I hae mair ado than I can manage the day, foreby ganging to
houk up hunder-year-auld-banes."
Finding that we could make nothing of him, we left him with his
paulies, Highland stotts, grey jacket, and broad blue bonnet, to go in
search of some other guide. L--w soon found one, for he seemed
acquainted with every person in the fair. We got a fine old shepherd,
named W--m B--e, a great original, and a very obliging and civil man,
who asked no conditions but that we should not speak of it, because he
did not wish it to come to his master's ears that he had been engaged
in sic a profane thing. We promised strict secrecy; and accompanied by
another farmer, Mr. S--t, and old B--e, we proceeded to the grave,
which B--e described as about a mile and a half distant from the market
ground.
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