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
Upon finding how the land lay, it immediately occurred to me that my
uncle would have contrived to turn this incident to his professional
advantage. It was manifest that, although their information extended to
the whereabouts, they were ignorant of the exact spot where the illicit
manufacture of whisky was, in all probability, going forward. In fact,
they were led to believe that an old shieling, or shepherd's hut,
constructed out of a mountain cairn, was probably the place where the
work was proceeding. I opened my mind to them somewhat cautiously, by
proposing that they should deal with me in such goods as my pack, so
recently replenished at Manchester, would supply. They were all very
shy, and expressed their _contempt_ indeed of any such preposterous
proposal. But, when I hinted that I was in possession of such
information as might lead to the accomplishment of their object, they
took at once at the bait, and agreed that, not only they, but their
wives and families, should be supplied from my stores. Fancy waistcoats,
watch-chains, twelve-bladed knives, razors, snuff-boxes, and
pocket-books, were immediately secured, and handsomely paid for; and
Neptune and I (for I verily believe he understood the whole transaction)
had the pleasure of making a very considerable profit, by gaining at
least 100 per cent. upon the whole concern. About 11 o'clock--for they
were now impatient to secure their prize--we advanced, seven strong
(exclusive of Neptune), upon the old tower of Hermitage.
But our approach had been anticipated, and the bird was flown. Some
friendly imp, one of the family where we had so recently been convened,
had probably given the necessary intimation to the illicit distillers;
and, after much searching, and some curious discoveries of dark
passages, and dungeons half filled with rubbish, we found a cask or two
of recently distilled spirit, with a few vats or tubs which had not been
removed. It was manifest, however, from what we had discovered, that my
information had been correct, and that, though flown, the bird would not
be at any great distance. The whisky was removed to the public-house
which we had just left; and, when we were in the act of returning upon
our footsteps, we were met by a bare and curly-headed callant, about
twelve years of age, who seemed inclined, when too late, to avoid any
encounter. This excited our suspicion; and he was immediately secured,
and questioned hard, whether he knew anything about the distillery in
the Auld Tower.
"Na," said the urchin, "I ken naething about tilleries; but I ken weel
there's something no canny about the place."
"What makes you think so, my man?"
"Ou, I dinna ken--I reckon it will be Auld Soulis' ghost; for he was an
awfu wicked man, my mither says, and canna get rest in his grave at nae
rate. I hae seen lichts about the auld place mysel."
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