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
"That's no the thing, Keatie. The truth is, that ye're a perfect she
Nabal, and ilka thing that takes the value of a plack out o' your
pocket, is vulgar, or improper, or something that way. But I'll tell
you, Keatie, my woman, what you shall do: Set down a black bottle on
this hand o' me, and twa clear anes on this, and the cheeny bowl
atween them, and I'll let you see what I'll do. I ken o' nane within
the ports o' Hawick can afford a bowl better than you. Nane o' your
half bottles and quarter bottles at a time; now Keatie, ye ken, ye hae
a confoundit trick o' that; but I hae some hopes that I'll learn ye
good manners by and by."
"Dear brother, I'm sure you are not going to drink your bottles here?
Think what the town would say, if I were to keep cabals o' drinkers in
my sober house."
"Do as I bid you now, Keatie, and lippen the rest to me.--Ah, she is a
niggard, Mr Dobson, and has muckle need of a little schooling to open
her heart."
The materials were produced, and Mr Turnbull, as had been predicted,
did not spare them. Other two Wilsons joined them immediately after
dinner, the one a shoemaker, and the other our friend the flesher, and
a merrier afternoon has seldom been in Hawick. Mr Turnbull was
perfectly delighted with George;--he made him sing "The Souters o'
Selkirk," "Turn the Blue Bonnets," and all his best things; but when
he came to "Round about Hawick," he made him sing it six times over,
and was never weary of laughing at it, and identifying the characters
with those then living. Then the story of the boots was an
inexhaustible joke, and the likeness between Mr Turnbull and the Duke
of Northumberland an acceptable item. At length Mr Turnbull got so
elevated, that he said, "Ay, man! and they are shod wi' silver, and
silver tassels round the top? I wad gie a bottle o' wine for a sight
o' them."
"It shall cost you nae mair," said George, and in three minutes he set
them on the table. Mr Turnbull tried them on, and walked through and
through the room with them, singing--
"With silver he was shod before--
With burning gold behind."
They fitted exactly; and before sitting down, he offered George the
original price, and got them.
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