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
the notice of some of our officers, who were all sure to take part with
them. The market, master, had to be encouraged, at all events; and it
was some time ere the tricks of the rascals were understood in the
proper quarter. But, to make short, Bill and I went out one morning to
our walk. We had just heard--and heavy news it was to the whole
regiment--that our colonel was despaired of, and had no chance of seeing
out the day. Bill was in miserably low spirits. Captain Turpic had
insulted him most grossly that morning. So long as the colonel had been
expected to recover, he had shown him some degree of civility; but he
now took every opportunity of picking a quarrel with him. There was no
comparison in battle, master, between Bill and the captain; for the
captain, I suspect, was little better than a coward; but, then, there
was just as little on parade the other way; for Bill, you know, couldn't
know a great deal, and the captain was a perfect martinet. He had called
him vagrant and beggar, master, for omitting some little piece of duty;
now, he couldn't help having been with _us_, you know; and, as for
beggary, he had never begged in his life. Well, we had walked out
towards the market, as I say.
'It's all nonsense, Jack,' says he, 'to be so dull on the matter; I'll
e'en treat you to some fruit. I have a Sicilian dollar here. See that
lazy fellow with the spade lying in front, and the burning mountain
smoking behind him; we must see if he can't dig out for us a few
_prans'_ worth of dates.
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