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
When he had said this, he wiped his eyes hastily and impatiently with
the lap of his plaid, seized his old pike-staff; and as he tottered
across the floor, drawing up his plaid around his waist, its purple
rustic colours caught his eye, dim as it was; and he perceived that
it was not his tartan one with the gaudy spangles, but the grey marled
one that was made to him by his beloved daughter. Who can trace the
links of association in the human mind? The chain is more angled, more
oblique, than the course marked out by the bolt of heaven--as
momentarily formed, and as quickly lost. In all cases, they are
indefinable, but on the mind of old age, they glance like dreams and
visions of something that have been, and are for ever gone. The
instant that Isaac's eye fell on his mantle, he looked hastily and
involuntarily around him, first on the one side and then on the other,
his visage manifesting trepidation and uncertainty. "Pray what have
you lost, sir?" said the kind and officious dame. "I cannot tell what
it was that I missed," said old Isaac, "but methought I felt as if I
had left something behind me that was mine." Isaac went away, but left
not a dry eye in the dwelling which he quitted.
On leaving the cottage he was accompanied part of the way by Gawin, in
whose manner there still remained an unaccountable degree of
embarrassment. His conversation laboured under a certain restraint,
insomuch that Isaac, who was an observer of human nature, could not
help taking notice of it; but those who have never witnessed, in the
same predicament, a home-bred, honest countryman, accustomed to speak
his thoughts freely at all times, can form no conception of the
appearance that Gawin made. From the time that the worthy old man
first entered his cot, till the time they parted again on the height,
Gawin's lips were curled, the one up, and the other down, leaving an
inordinate extent of teeth and gums displayed between them; whenever
his eyes met those of his companion, they were that instant withdrawn,
and, with an involuntary motion, fixed on the summit of some of the
adjacent hills; and when they stopped to converse, Gawin was always
laying on the ground with his staff, or beating some unfortunate
thistle all to pieces. The one family had suffered an injury from the
other, of a nature so flagrant in Gawin's eyes, that his honest heart
could not brook it; and yet so delicate was the subject, that when he
essayed to mention it, his tongue refused the office. "There has a
sair misfortune happened," said he once, "that ye aiblins dinna ken
o'.--But it's nae matter ava!" And with that he fell on and beat a
thistle, or some other opposing shrub, most unmercifully.
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