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
Well, master, the months passed, and at length the French surrendered;
and, having no more to do in Egypt, we all re-embarked, and sailed for
England. The short peace had been ratified before our arrival; and I,
who had become heartily tired of the life of a soldier, now that I had
no one to associate with, was fortunate enough to obtain my discharge.
The colonel retired from the service at the same time. He was as kind to
me as if he had been my father, and offered to make me his forester, if
I would but come and live beside him; but I was too fond of a wandering
life for that. He was corresponding, he told me, with every British
consul within fifteen hundred miles of the Nile; but he had heard
nothing of Bill, master. Well, after seeing the colonel's estate, I
parted from him, and came north, to find out my people, which I soon
did; and, for a year or so, I lived with them just as I have been doing
since. I was led, in the course of my wanderings, to Leith, and was
standing, one morning, on the pier among a crowd of people, who had
gathered round to see a fine vessel from the Levant, that was coming in
at the time, when my eye caught among the sailors a man exceedingly like
Bill. He was as tall, and even more robust, and he wrought with all
Bill's activity; but, for some time I could not catch a glimpse of his
face. At length, however, he turned round, and there, sure enough, was
Bill himself. I was afraid to hail him, master, not knowing who among
the crowd might also know him, and know him also as a deserter or an
outlaw; but you may be sure I wasn't long in leaping aboard and making
up to him. And we were soon as happy, master, in one of the cellars of
the Coal-hill, as we had been in all our lives before.
Bill told me his history since our parting. He had left the captain
lying at his feet, and struck across the sand, in the direction of the
Nile, one of the mouths of which he reached next day. He there found
some Greek sailors, who were employed in watering; and, assisting them
in their work, he was brought aboard their vessel, and engaged as a
seaman by the master, who had lost some of his crew by the plague. As
you may think, master, he soon became a prime sailor, and continued with
the Greeks, trading among the islands of the Archipelago, for about
eighteen months, when, growing tired of the service, and meeting with an
English vessel, he had taken a passage home. I told him how much ado we
had all had about him after he had left us, and how we were to call him
Bill Whyte no longer. And so, in short, master, we set out together for
Colonel Westhope's.
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