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
This was so conciliatory and so friendly of the Earl, that George,
being a good-natured fellow, made no farther objection, but took his
measure, and promised to have them ready. "I will pay them now," said
the gentleman, taking out a purse of gold; but George refused to
accept of the price till the boots were produced. "Nay, but I will pay
them now," said the gentleman; "for, in the first place, it will
ensure me of the boots, and, in the next place, I may probably leave
town to-night, and make my servant wait for them. What is the cost?"
"If they are to be as good as I can make them, sir, they will be
twelve shillings."
"Twelve shillings, Mr Dobson! I paid thirty-six for these I wear in
London, and I expect yours will be a great deal better. Here are two
guineas, and be sure to make them good."
"I cannot, for my life, make them worth the half of that money," said
George. "We have no materials in Selkirk that will amount to one-third
of it in value." However, the gentleman flung down the gold, and went
away, singing the Souters of Selkirk.
"He is a most noble fellow that Earl of Hume," said George to his
apprentice. "I thought he and I should have had a battle, but we have
parted on the best possible terms."
"I wonder how you could bide to be _Souter'd_ yon gate!" said the boy.
George scratched his head with the awl, bit his lip, and looked at his
grandfather's sword. He had a great desire to follow the insolent
gentleman; for he found that he had inadvertently suffered a great
insult without resenting it.
After George had shaped the boots with the utmost care, and of the
best and finest Kendal leather, he went up the Back Row to seek
assistance, so that he might have them ready at the stated time; but
never a stitch of assistance could George obtain, for the gentleman
had trysted a pair of boots in every shop in the Row, paid for them
all, and called every one of the shoemakers Souter twice over.
Never was there such a day in the Back Row of Selkirk! What could it
mean? Had the gentleman a whole regiment coming up, all of the same
size, and the same measure of leg? Or was he not rather an army agent,
come to take specimens of the best workmen in the country? This last
being the prevailing belief, every Selkirk Souter threw off his coat,
and fell a-slashing and cutting of Kendal leather; and such a
forenoon of cutting, and sewing, and puffing, and roseting, never was
in Selkirk since the battle of Flodden field.
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