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
The appearance of these articles, so strangely and providentially traced
by their images in the snow, produced a great sensation, for no one
doubted but that they were the very evidences we were in search of; and
so indeed they turned out to be, for the foot-prints and the shoes
completely agreed, and the impression of the pistol on the snow was upon
examination, found to be clearly that of the one discovered. It was
again referred to me whether sufficient evidence had not now been
procured to authorize the apprehension of the suspected man, who still
remained in the grasp of the officer; and I felt myself, for the first
time of my life, dragged, by the force of circumstances, into an
investigation neither suited to my feelings and habits, nor connected
with my profession, for the discharge of one of the duties of which I
had been called out of bed at that late hour of the night. Unwilling
even with the evidence before me, to pass sentence against the man, I
inquired of William B----, his cousin, who stood by me, what kind of
character he bore; and ascertained from him that he was a person of idle
habits, and had been in the practice, for many years, of living upon
what money he could extort, by threats or entreaties, from the deceased,
who had done much for him, and had never received even thanks for what
he had done; that he had known them have many quarrels, and one in
particular a short time before that night; and that the deceased had
threatened, by making a will, to deprive the ungrateful nephew (his
heir) of any part of his effects--a step now prevented by his violent
death, which would put the latter, if not guilty of this great crime, in
possession of his property, which was very considerable. These
corroborating circumstances bore heavy upon me; yet, such is force of
habit, I would have felt less pain in amputating one of the suspected
man's limbs, than I experienced (and, though it is twenty years since
that night, I have the recollection of the painful feeling still) in
giving my required sanction to a commitment that might be the first step
in a progress to the scaffold. During the few moments of deliberation
that passed, before I could bring my mind to pronounce my verdict, the
unfortunate man sought, with a fearful eye, my countenance. A shaking
terror, that chased every drop of blood from his face, and struck his
limbs with the feebleness of a child, was exposed by the lights that
flared at intervals on his person; and every one read in these
indications of fear, the evidences of his guilt. My opinion was
delivered in accordance with that of the other persons assembled. The
agitation of the culprit rose to such a degree, that he fell upon the
ground, and, grasping my limbs with the convulsive clutch of despair,
screamed for mercy, till the echoes rung through the planting, and came
back upon the ears of the relentless abettors of justice. The more eager
were his energetic appeals to feelings that were steeled against the
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