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
Never had troops less to do than we had, for the six months or so we
afterwards remained in the country; and time hung wretchedly on the
hands of some of us. Now that Bill was gone, I had no comrade with whom
I cared to associate; and, as you may think, I often didn't know what to
do with myself. After all our fears and regrets, master, our colonel
recovered, and, one morning, about four months after the action, came
ashore to see us. We were sadly pestered with flies, master. I have
seen, I am sure, a bushel of them on the top of our tent at once. They
buzzed all night by millions round our noses, and many a plan did we
think of to get rid of them; but, after destroying hosts on hosts they
still seemed as thick as before. I had fallen on a new scheme this
morning. I placed some sugar on a board, and surrounded it with
gunpowder; and, when the flies had settled by thousands on the sugar, I
fired the powder by means of a train, and the whole fell dead on the
floor of the tent. I had just got a capital shot, when up came the
colonel, and sat down beside me.
'I wish to know,' he said, 'all you can tell me about Bill Whyte; you
were his chief friend and companion, I have heard, and are acquainted
with his early history. Can you tell me ought of his parentage.'
'Nothing of that, colonel,' I said; 'and yet I have known Bill almost
ever since he knew himself.'
And so, master, I told him all that I knew; how Bill had been first
taken to us by my mother; of the purse of gold she had brought with her,
which had kept us all so merry; and of the noble spirit he had shown
among us when he grew up. I told him, too, of some of Bill's early
recollections; of the scarlet dress trimmed with silver, which had been
brought to his mind by the sergeant's coat the first day he wore it; of
the gentleman and lady, too, whom he remembered to have lived with; and
of the supposed resemblance he had found between the former and the
colonel. The colonel, as I went on, was strangely agitated, master. He
held an open letter in his hand, and seemed, every now and then, to be
comparing particulars; and, when I mentioned Bill's supposed recognition
of him, he actually started from off his seat.
'Good Heavens!' he exclaimed, 'why was I not brought acquainted with
this before!'
I explained the why, master, and told him all about Captain Turpic; and
he left me with, you may be sure, no very favourable opinion of the
captain. But I must now tell you, master, a part of my story which I had
but from hearsay.
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