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
necessary restraining force, at any time I chose to fix for carrying the
purpose into execution. For the sake of the poor woman and her
distressed family, I felt disposed to make one other attempt at
ameliorating a grief which, however, I feared, had its cause much beyond
the reach of a surgeon's knife, and fixed an hour next day for attending
at the house, with a view to ascertain if any consent could be wrung
from the unhappy man to allow something to be done at least for his
body.
I accordingly kept my appointment; but found that matters had, in the
meantime, assumed a different and more serious aspect. The patient was
now bound down by strong ropes, and two stout men sat beside him, ready
to resist his efforts to escape, or to commit any act of violence. He
had that morning jumped from his bedroom window, and flown, in a state
approaching to nakedness, to the prison, situated about two miles
distant, at the door of which he knelt down, and beseeched the jailor,
in tones of piteous supplication, to receive him into what he called his
_sanctuary_. The jailor, seeing a naked man supplicating to get _in_ to
a place so generally feared and shunned, concluded he was mad, and paid
little attention to his asseverations--made, as he said, before God,
that he was guilty of murder, and wished to be hanged, with a view to an
expiation of his crime. Having got his name, the jailor sent to his
wife, and, assistance having been brought, he was carried home, crying
bitterly all the way that no one would take vengeance on him, and ease
the burning pangs of his mind, by punishing him according to the extent
of his crime.
The moment I entered, I saw, by the peculiar light and motion of his
eye, that he was on the point of madness, which would likely exhibit
itself in the form of a brain fever. He looked wildly at me, and,
tugging at the ropes, attempted to release himself. I remember many of
his expressions, which, however affecting through the ear, would appear
only as rant to a reader.
The supernatural strength of an access of brain fever enabled him to
burst the cords; and the attendants were obliged to apply their hands to
keep him down, until they could again bind him. Phrenitis, with all its
horrors, had commenced. The history of a brain fever is the history of a
man when he has ceased, from the very extremity of his agony, to
interest feelings, which seek in vain for traces of humanity in the
raving maniac; and why should I try to describe what never has been, and
never will be described with any approach to the terrible truth? Heaven
was at last merciful, and closed his sufferings with the seal of death.
RATTLING, ROARING WILLIE.
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