Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
though the evening was cold; and Neptune, as usual, kept on the advance,
giving me timely intimation of whatever might, or might seem, to
approach us. At or near the top of the ridge which separates the vale of
the Hermitage from that of the Kitterick, there stood, and perhaps
still stands, a small public-house, built for the accommodation of such
travellers as pass this way, dreary and difficult as it is. Into this,
Neptune and I thrust our noses, and found a large family of children
gathered around a blazing peat fire. We took our position immediately by
the fire, and learned from the children that their mother was milking
the cow--that their father had been killed in a quarry some months
ago--and that there was a great number of fine-dressed gentlemen _ben_
the house. The mother, a decent, melancholy-looking woman, soon entered,
with the milk-stoup in her hand, and immediately proceeded to replenish
the gill-stoup with a very different beverage, for the use of her
ben-house customers.
"She didna ken weel what to mak o' them," she said; "but she thought, by
their way o' speaking, and their dress, and ither accoutrements, they
were maybe limbs o' the law--the deil's agents, excisemen--wha wadna let
a puir body live, if they could prevent it."
At this time, one, who seemed to be the commander of the party, entered
the kitchen, manifestly flustered with drink; and, seeing my fish-bag
lying on the dresser, immediately seized it, exclaiming, "By G--! what
have we got here?" However, he was soon disabused, if he imagined it to
contain any illicit commodity; and, slipping a half-crown into my hand
(which I willingly accepted), he ordered the fish to be immediately
prepared for his supper, and that of his companions. They were, indeed,
a jolly company, and, after a little while, invited me to partake of the
produce of my own sport, and of a due qualification of whisky. In the
course of an hour or two, we got exceedingly well acquainted; and I
found, at last, from several incidental observations, that they had
received information of an illicit still being in the neighbourhood, and
were about to surprise those engaged in it so soon as the moon should
set, and their approach might be covered by the darkness.
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