The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 2 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
This was a terrible stound to my heart, and shewed my master's masterly
policy; for, notwithstanding of all my pretended aversion to the company
of women, and to that of pretty Kell in particular, I would not have
been parted from her at that time for all the world, not even for all
the beef and bacon that was in it. I did not know well how to make up
matters with her so as to retain my place, but I thought I would try. So
that night I sat down on my own bed-side with my clothes on, and
scratched my head, and beat with my bare heel against the loft; but she
had lost all hope of gaining me to the measures agreed on between her
and her master, and took no heed of me till I was obliged to speak first
myself, when the following highly interesting dialogue passed between
us:
"I'm unco feared the bogle come the night, Kell."
"So am I!"
"I wasna sure, but I thought I heard it yestreen!"
"I aince thought that I heard it a wee too!"
"How does it play when it is gaun to rise?"
"It begins a scart, scarting, like a rattan, making holes, I fancy, to
come out and take us away."
"Aih! then it has just been it that I heard!"
"Oh! I'se warrant it was, and that I heard too!"
"Ay; O it's terrible! we're ill, ill set here! but I'll watch a' night,
and keep it aff you, Kelly."
With that I came and sat down on the side of her bed, to keep the
invidious scratching bogle away from her; but I soon became drowsy, and
was like to fall down. She begged me to lay down my head on her pillow,
but I would not hear of that. Oh! no, no, I durst not lie down there; so
I stretched me on the loft at her bed-side, and fell asleep. Awakening
before day, the first thing I heard was the bogle scratching. Kell had
stretched her arm below the bed, on the side opposite to me, and was
scratching slowly and fearfully; then, pretending to awake, she hid
herself among the bed-clothes, muttered prayers, and cried, "Heigh-ho!"
I groaned; and, stretching my hand round the corner, scratched on the
other side, even more solemnly, and at more awful intervals than she
had affected; so that we lay in great tribulation till the dawning of
the day.
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