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
Much, however, as all this surprised the jovial harper, it did not in
the least disconcert him, or deprive him, in any degree, of the
presence of mind and ready wit--shall we add impudence?--that was
natural to him. Diffidence, as has been already hinted, was no part of
his character; and he, therefore, very soon found himself perfectly at
ease in his unwonted situation, and joked away with the laird and his
wife till the roof rang again with the laughter of a joyous party; but
it was not till the bottle had been introduced, and had made several
rounds, that Willie began to shine forth in meridian splendour. The
stimulating liquor had no sooner begun to operate, than he broke out
into the wild and obstreperous glee which so signally characterised him
in his cups; and renewing (but now with double effect, in consequence of
the drink he had swallowed, and the generally comfortable state in which
he found himself after an excellent supper) the part he had acted in the
kitchen, he roared, and shouted, and sang, till the very rafters
shook--slapped the goodwife on the shoulders, and gripped the hand of
the husband till he nearly squeezed the blood out of his finger ends.
Both the laird and his lady were delighted with their guest; and it is
certain that he was no less pleased with them. As it got late, however,
the latter retired from the apartment, and left her husband and Willie
to finish the night and the bottle by themselves--a task which they
instantly set about with great zeal and good will. Cup followed cup with
marvellous celerity, and with each the bonds of friendship between the
revellers were drawn closer and closer. They grasped each other's hands
in the fulness of their hearts, and joined together in the choruses of
the bacchanalian ditties, with which Willie, from time to time, at once
varied and enlivened the festivity of the evening. It must be remarked,
however, that, during the night, the laird had more than once hinted to
his guest that he knew more of him than he was perhaps aware of.
"However, let that flee stick to the wa'," he would add. "I'm no ane to
spoil onybody's sport, much less yours. Only tak my advice, sir, and tak
care o' yoursel, if ye be gaun through the Middlemass wood; for there's
been twa or three loose-looking chiels seen dodgin aboot there since
yesterday morning."
"Ye ken mair o' me than I'm aware o', my honest friend," said Willie, on
the occasion alluded to, in reply to his host's hints and insinuations,
and at the same time slapping him on the shoulder. "I weel believe that,
for I'm weel kent in the south country; but, bating the drap drink, and
a sough about my being rather fond o' the lassies, ye could hear nae ill
o' me, I think."
"Oh, no, sir--the ne'er a bit," replied his host; "nae ill ava. Thae twa
things just comprehend the very warst I ever heard o' ye."
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