Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
along--startling the whaups and miresnipes with our music. At last I was
fairly overcome, and threw myself head foremost into a peat hag, whilst
my pursuer halted immediately over my person. Oh, I could have wished to
have concealed myself, at this moment, somewhere near the centre of the
earth; when a couple of shepherd's curs appeared, and instantly
afterwards James Hogg, the Mitchelslacks hind (since better known as the
Ettrick Shepherd), stood before me.
"What's a' this o't, sirs?" said Hogg, eyeing my tormentor and myself
with a look of perplexed inquiry. "What's the matter wi' ye, Tam, that
ye're derned that gate into the throat o' a moss-hole? Get up, man, an'
tell me whar ye fell in wi' this bit puir lassie."
The lassie, in the meantime, had clung to the shepherd's knees, and was
endeavouring, but unsuccessfully, to speak.
"It's a fairy!" I exclaimed. "O Jamie Hogg, it's a fairy!--hae naething
to do wi't; it has pursued me this _hour_ past" (not in reality above
two minutes!); "an' I saw a great many more fairies up by yonder. O
Jamie, dinna meddle wi't; it's uncanny, I'm sure."
Hereupon the fairy began to give utterance, in tones quite human, to a
fearful statement, implying that she had been carried off from Annan by
some gipsies, and carried away by them to the wild hills; and that,
about an hour ago, she had run away in the mist, and had fairly escaped,
but became alarmed as the darkness approached, and had followed me, as
her only guide and protector in these wild hills. I cannot tell how much
I felt relieved by this statement; and, as I began to gather up my
members into a human shape, I saw plainly that my pursuer was a fine,
well-thriven lassie, about ten or eleven years of age, and no unearthly
fairy, as I had so lately believed. Hogg laughed heartily at my mistake,
telling me that I wad find the lasses, by an' by, muckle waur than the
fairies; and that, instead o' rinnin awa frae them, I wad be rinnin
after them. At the time when these words were spoken, I did not rightly
understand their meaning; but, reading them through the spectacles of
future experience, I now understand them to the letter.
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