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
While we were at that house, the country was raised to follow the Lord
of Galloway into Cumberland. It was a great rising, the utmost quota
being demanded of every yeoman in the country, in terms of his
villanage. Our landlord got a charge to find five, whereas he had none
to send save three, unless he and his eldest son both went, which would
have been grievously against him at that time; so he applied to my
master and me to go on his behoof, offering large conditions, which were
soon accepted. The principal, if not the sole thing that induced me to
go out on that raide, was the stipulation that I was to have my choice
of all the meat in the house, to the amount of what I could conveniently
carry on my back in a march. After a great deal of choosing, I fixed on
a small beef-ham, because it was solid, and no bones in it, and blest my
master's ingenuity that had let me into the secret of the deceitful
shoulder of bacon. The next that came after me was a blade of endless
frolic and humour, named Harestanes. He instantly snapped at the
bacon-ham, and popped it into his goatskin wallet, nodding his head, and
twisting his mouth at me, as much as if he had said, "What a taste you
have! I am glad you had not the sense to take this." I could easily have
prevented him, by revealing the secret; but he had always been trying
to make a fool of me, therefore I could scarcely contain my mirth at
his mistake, and resolved to enjoy his disappointment in full. He was a
sprightly handsome youth, and had such a forward and impertinent manner
that he contrived to make friends in every family that we passed by,
particularly with the women, so that he lacked nothing that he desired;
and tho' I watched him night and day for fear of losing the sport, he
never took out his bacon to break it up till the fourth day after our
departure. My beef-ham was by that time more than half done. It was a
most wretched piece of meat, being as hard as wood, and bitter as gall;
but I was still comforted with this, that it was so much better than my
comrade's.
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