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
"Bad day's work, Jack," he said; "But we have at least taught the enemy
what British soldiers can endure, and, ere long, we shall teach them
something more. But here comes a shell! Nay, do not move," he said; "it
will fall just ten yards short." And down it came, roaring like a
tempest, sure enough, about ten yards away, and sank into the sand.
"There now, fairly lodged," said Bill; "lie down, lads, lie down." We
threw ourselves flat on our faces--the earth heaved under us, like a
wave of the sea, and in a moment, Bill and I were covered with half a
ton of sand. But the pieces whizzed over us; and, save that the man who
was across me had an ammunition bag carried away, not one of us more
than heard them. On getting ourselves disinterred, and our pipes
relighted, Bill, with a twitch on the elbow--so--said he wished to speak
with me apart; and we went out together, into a hollow, in front.
"You will think it strange, Jack," he said, "that, all this day, when
the enemy's bullets were hopping around us like hail, there was but just
one idea that filled my mind, and I could find room for no other. Ever
since I saw Colonel Westhope it has been forced upon me, through a
newly-awakened dream-like recollection, that he is the gentleman with
whom I lived ere I was taken away by your people; for, taken away I must
have been. Your mother used to tell me, that my father was a Cumberland
gipsy, who met with some bad accident from the law; but I am now
convinced she must have deceived me, and that my father was no such sort
of man. You will think it strange; but, when putting on my coat this
morning, my eye caught the silver bar on the sleeve, and there leaped
into my mind a vivid recollection of having worn a scarlet dress
before--scarlet bound with silver; and that it was in the house of a
gentleman and lady, whom I had just learned to call papa and mamma. And
every time I see the colonel, as I say, I am reminded of the gentleman.
Now, for heaven's sake, Jack, tell me all you know about me. You are a
few years my senior, and must remember better than I can myself, under
what circumstances I joined your tribe."
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