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
"They are, James, no doubt," replied his mother; "but what are your
wages, or what would all the gold and silver in the world be to me,
compared to your life, my child? Think ye that anything could compensate
that to your mother, James? No, no; all the wealth of the Indies, my
son, would be nothing to me, if anything was to happen you. Besides, you
can help me even where you are going. You can remit me a little of your
wages, along with what your father sends from his; and, at the term, you
know, which is now only four months distant, we will all be together
again, and as happy as the day's long."
Thus reasoned with, and feeling his own physical inadequacy to continue
in his present employment, the boy finally consented to leave it, and to
proceed to Edinburgh, to join his father. It was not thought necessary
to give the latter any previous intimation of this change in his son's
views; and no communication, therefore, took place on the subject.
The day fixed for the boy's departure having arrived, a little bundle,
containing some small articles of wearing apparel, and some bread and
cheese, was made up for him by the hands of his doting mother, whose
tears fell fast and thick on the little humble package, as she tied it
up. This completed, the boy took down a staff from amongst many that
were hung to the roof of the cottage, thrust one end of it through the
bundle, shouldered it manfully, clapped his bonnet on his head, and was
about suddenly to rush out of the house, finding that he could not stand
a more deliberate parting; when his mother, flying after him, caught him
by the arm just as he had reached the door, and, murmuring his name,
clasped him in her arms, and, in silent anguish, pressed him
convulsively to her bosom. The weeping boy returned the fond embrace of
his mother; but, at length, tore himself away, and hurried off, with a
speed that soon carried him out of her sight.
The lad had now a long journey before him, not less than a hundred and
fifty miles, the whole of which was to be performed on foot, for there
were then no conveyances on his intended route; and, although there had,
he had no money to pay for their use; but, as he was active and
vigorous, and accustomed to rove over his native hills like a young
deer, a journey on foot of even a hundred and fifty miles had nothing
formidable whatever in it for him; and it was, therefore, with a
fearless heart and bounding step that he now took the long, wild, and
dreary highland road, that was to conduct him to the city in which his
father resided.
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