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
"And as to the chiels in the Middlemass wood, laird," continued Willie,
"I'll tak my chance o' them. An' I should forgather wi' them, I hae a
bit airn here" (and he clapped his hand on his sword) "that has stood me
in guid stead mony a time before, and I'm willin to trust a guid deal
till't yet. I can either tak or gie a clour, when such things are gaun."
"'Od, sir, but ye play yer character to the life!" shouted out the
delighted laird. "I've seen twa or three maskins and mummins in my day,
but confound me if ever I saw ane come up to ye! Ye haena said or dune a
thing the nicht oot o' joint--a' clean and richt, as if ye had been at
the trade a' yer life."
"The deil's in the man!" replied Willie, in amazement at the singularity
of the laird's remarks, "and havena I been at it a' my life--ay, sin' I
was nae bigger than a pint stoup."
"Ah! ha! ha! very guid, very guid," roared out Whinnyhill. "There's nae
drivin ye into a corner, I see, sir. Here's to ye again, sir, and lang
may ye be spared to amuse yersel and ither folk too!" Saying this, the
laird, who was already within a trifle of being floored, turned over
such another quantity of liquor as threatened to consummate the
catastrophe.
His example was immediately followed by Willie, who, though far from
being in a perfectly sound condition, was yet, from long practice,
better able to stand his drink than his host. Still both were in such a
state that it was impossible their carouse could go on much longer; and
accordingly, by common consent, it soon after came to a close, but not,
it must be observed, before they had finished every drop of drinkable
liquor that stood before them. This accomplished, the laird, though his
way was but a devious one, conducted the minstrel to his sleeping
apartment, where he left him for the night; and here again the latter's
surprise was excited, by finding that he had been shown into what was
evidently the best bedroom in the house. The sheets were as white as a
wreath of snow, while the bed itself was of the softest down, presenting
to Willie a very striking contrast to the bundles of straw and coarse
ragged mats which formed his usual couch during his peregrinations.
On observing this climax to the singularly kind treatment which he had
met with in his present quarters, Willie flung himself down into a
chair, and endeavoured to think as well as he could over the events of
the night, and to see if he could hit upon any plausible conjecture
regarding the cause of the extraordinary hospitality that had been shown
him; and, with a look of drunken gravity, he began thus to cogitate
within himself.
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