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
Obedient to Willie's summons--the more so, perhaps, on account of the
promise that was associated with it--the boatman put about, and the
minstrel was taken on board, and in due time safely deposited on the
opposite shore; where, having redeemed his pledge to the seamen, he
started for the interior of the country; and, after a walk of some
fifteen or twenty miles, which he had traversed with various success, he
made up to a respectable looking house at a little distance from the
road, where he proposed to seek quarters for the night.
The house alluded to was the residence of the laird of Whinnyhill, or
Winnel, as he was more shortly called.
Being a total stranger in the place, Willie assumed a modesty of manner
and quietness of demeanour which, it must be confessed, were not amongst
the number of his natural failings; but he felt that he could not, with
propriety, use the same freedom here that he did in his own part of the
country, where he was well known to everybody. It was, therefore, with
this sort of mock-modesty, that Willie appeared at the laird of
Whinnyhill's gate, and sought a night's quarters from a person who
happened to be standing at the said gate when he approached. This person
was the laird himself.
"A night's quarters!" said the latter, in reply to Willie's request,
and, at the same time, eyeing him archly, and exhibiting a degree of
respect in his manner which Willie was grievously at a loss to
understand--"that ye shall hae, sir--a score o' them an' ye choose, and
the best that my puir hoose can afford, to the bargain." And, after
bestowing on his visitor another look of intelligence, which intimated a
vast deal more than the latter could comprehend, the laird conducted him
into the house. On entering, Willie made directly, and of his own
accord, for his usual quarters in such cases--the kitchen; but this he
did in direct opposition to the laird, who was conducting him towards
his best apartment. On observing, however, that Willie insisted on
taking the former course--
"Weel, weel, sir," he said, laughing, "ye will hae yer joke oot, I see;
but ye'll do me the honour" (this he said in a whisper) "to join me ben
the hoose when ye tire o' yer amusement?"
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