The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3)Hogg, James
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The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3)
Hogg, James
Historical fiction; Scotland -- History -- Robert II, 1371-1390 -- Fiction
"Wilt thou answer to thy name, or hast thou a name to answer to?" said
Will, feigning to speak the broad Northumberland dialect, which sorted
very ill with his tongue: "An thou be'st leel man and true, coome and
bid thee guests wailcome. It is God speed, or spulzie wi' thee in
three handclaps."
"Spulzie, quo the man!" exclaimed Peter: "The muckle fiend spulzie the
unmannerly gab that spake it!"--and with that he came stooping over
his staff, and coughing to the door, speaking in a quavering treble
key. "A bonny like purpose! What wad ye spulzie frae a poor auld man
that hasna as muckle atween him and the grave as will pay for howking
it, and buy a hagabag winding sheet? Spulzie, quo he! That is a good
joke!--he--he--he, (cough) hoh--hoh--hoh. I'm sae ill wi' that host!
Eh? wha hae we a' here? Strangers, I think!
"Goodman, we were directed to your house for a night's entertainment
or two, if you are the old rich yeoman ycleped Patrick Chisholm of
Castle-Weary."
"Na, na! I'm nae rich yeoman! I'm naething but a poor herried,
forsaken, reduced auld man! I hae nae up-putting for ought better than
a flea. Ye had better ride on down to Commonside. There's plenty
there baith for man and horse. Come away, I'll set you down the length
o' the ford, and let ye see the right gate."
"Come neighbours, let us go away as he says, We'll never make our
quarters good on this auld carle," said Sandy Pot, in a whisper to his
companions: "And troth do ye ken I wad rather lie at the back of the
dike, before I imposed myself on ony body. Od my heart's wae for the
poor auld niggard."
"Come away, lads, come away," cried Peter. "The days are unco short
e'now; ye haena time to put off."
"Stop short there, my good fellow," cried Laidlaw, "We have some other
fish to fry with you before we go. I am informed you have a large
stock in hand of the goods in which we deal. You have had lucky lifts
this year. Plenty of good hides with you?"
"Rank misprision, and base rascally jests on a poor auld man. Not a
single hide about the hale town, foreby the ane on my back," cried old
Peter.
"My orders are, worthy old yeoman, to give fair prices to such as
produce their hides," said Laidlaw. But whoever refuses, I am obliged
to search for them; and if I find any I take them at my own price."
"O dear, honest gentlemen, I downa joke wi' ye: hoh, hoh," coughed
Peter. "Gin ye be for a place to stay in a' night, come away as lang
as it is daylight."
"Why, with your leave my good fellow, we must lodge with you to-night.
Hearth-room and ha'-room, steed-room and sta'-room, is the friendly
stranger's right here. Small things will serve: a stone of English
beef or so, and two or three pecks of oats."
"Beef, quoth the man? Ye may as weel look for a white corby as beef in
my pantry, or aits in my barn. Will ye no come away."
"Not till I makes a search for your nolt hides, honest yeoman. To that
am I bound."
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