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
Just as this conversation was finished, a great, tall, lumbering, but
most athletic fellow bore down upon us through the mist. At sight of
him, the poor girl screamed piteously, and clung to Hogg, and begged
most imploringly that she should not be given up to that "terrible man."
Hogg had just thrown off his plaid, adjusted his staff, and put himself
determinedly betwixt the stranger and the girl, when down came two
brother shepherds, attracted in all probability by the noise, and
guessing immediately that a battle was about to ensue. When the tinker
saw that the odds were thus against him, he bent his course, as if he
had mistaken his way, in another direction, and was immediately lost in
obscurity. Home to my mother's was this poor girl conducted by Hogg and
me; and for three days and nights she partook of my home and board. Her
story was simple and consistent. She had been out pulling rushes, to
make a rush-cap, in a wood adjoining to the town of Annan, when she was
accosted by a woman, who was exceedingly kind to her, giving her some
sugar-bools, and decoying her by fair words into the centre of the
forest. There she found four or five men, with a great many women,
children, asses, &c., employed in making spoons, pans, &c., at a fire
lighted in the open air. The children immediately gathered around her,
and endeavoured to engage her in some games, whilst the "terrible man,"
as she always designated the chief of the gang, patted her on the cheek,
and said, "You must come along with me, and be my daughter."
Meantime the whole party were in motion, and the poor child was tossed
into a pannier, on the back of an ass, and, being bound down with cords,
was carried all night long, she knew not whither. By daybreak she found
herself on the banks of a mountain-stream, and no human habitation
within view. In this station she had remained for three days, being
always kindly used, but observing fearful scenes, and hearing dreadful
expressions. At last, being worn out with crying, and partly gained over
by the companionship of her playmates, she had assumed a more resigned
and contented appearance, in consequence of which she ceased to be
watched with so much vigilance. Taking advantage, however, of the mist,
and of the absence of the greater part of the women, she had edged into
the stream, along the almost dry channel of which she had run, till she
lost sight of the encampment, and had taken at once to the hill, without
knowing whither she was flying. Fatigued, however, at last, and
terrified, she had even resolved to retrace, if possible, her steps,
when the occurrence above mentioned brought her refuge and safety.
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