The Shepherd's Calendar. Volume I (of II)Hogg, James
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The Shepherd's Calendar. Volume I (of II)
Hogg, James
Country life -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Rural poor -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Shepherds -- Fiction
Kirkstyle being twenty miles from Moffat, they set out on the
afternoon of Tuesday, the 16th of September; slept that night at a
place called Turnberry Sheil, and were in Moffat next day by noon.
Wearisome was the remainder of the day to that aged couple; they
wandered about conjecturing by what road their daughter would come,
and how she would come attended. "I have made up my mind on baith
these matters," said Andrew; "at first I thought it was likely that
she would come out of the east, because a' our blessings come frae
that airt; but finding now that would be o'er near to the very road we
hae come oursells, I now take it for granted she'll come frae the
south; and I just think I see her leading a bonny boy in every hand,
and a servant lass carrying a bit bundle ahint her."
The two now walked out on all the southern roads, in hopes to meet
their Mary, but always returned to watch the shadow of the Holy Cross;
and, by the time it fell due east, they could do nothing but stand in
the middle of the street, and look round them in all directions. At
length, about half a mile out on the Dumfries road, they perceived a
poor beggar woman approaching with two children following close to
her, and another beggar a good way behind. Their eyes were instantly
riveted on these objects; for Andrew thought he perceived his friend
the dwarf in the one that was behind; and now all other earthly
objects were to them nothing, save these approaching beggars. At that
moment a gilded chariot entered the village from the south, and drove
by them at full speed, having two livery-men before, and two behind,
clothed in green and gold. "Ach-wow! the vanity of worldly grandeur!"
ejaculated Andrew, as the splendid vehicle went thundering by; but
neither he nor his wife deigned to look at it farther, their whole
attention being fixed on the group of beggars. "Ay, it is just my
woman," said Andrew, "it is just hersell; I ken her gang yet, sair
pressed down wi' poortith although she be. But I dinna care how poor
she be, for baith her and hers sall be welcome to my fireside as lang
as I hae ane."
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