Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"'Tibby,' said I, and I looked very desperate and determined, 'what do
ye mean by this conduct? By a' that's gracious, I'll no put up wi' it
ony langer!'
"'Ye'll no put up wi' it, _ye cratur_!' said she; 'if ye gie me ony mair
o' yer provocation, I'll pu' yer lugs for ye--wull ye put up wi' that?'
"It was terrible for a man to hear his ain wife ca' him _a
cratur_!--just as if I had been a monkey or a laupdoug!
"'O ye disdainfu' limmer,' thought I; 'but if I could humble your proud
spirit, I wad do it!' Weel, there was a grand new ballant hawkin about
the country at the time--it was ca'd 'Watty and Meg'--ye have nae doubt
seen't. Meg was just such a terrible termagant as my Tibby; and I
remembered the perfect reformation that was wrought upon her by Watty's
bidding her farweel, and threatenin to list. So it just struck me that I
wad tak a leaf out o' the ballant. Therefore, keeping the same serious
and determined look, for I was in no humour to seem otherwise--'Tibby,'
says I, 'there shall be nae mair o' this. But I will gang and list this
very day, and ye'll see what will come owre ye then--ye'll maybe repent
o' yer conduct whan it's owre late.'
"'List! ye _totum_ ye!' said she; 'do ye say _list_?' and she said this
in a tone and wi' a look o' derision that gaed through my very soul.
'What squad will ye list into?--what regiment will tak ye? Do ye intend
to list for a fifer laddie?' And as she said this, she held up her
oxter, as if to tak me below't.
"I thought I wad hae drapped doun wi' indignation. I could hae strucken
her, if I durst. Ye observe I am just five feet twa inches and an
eighth, upon my stokin-soles. That is rather below the army
standard--and I maun say it's a very foolish standard; for a man o' my
height stands a better chance to shoot anither than a giant that wad
fire owre his head. But she was aware that I was below the mark, and my
threat was of no avail; so I had just to slink awa into the shop, rubbin
my elbow.
"But the cracky-stool was but the beginnin o' her drivin; there wasna a
week after that but she let flee at me whatever cam in the way, whenever
I by accident crossed her cankered humour. It's a wonder that I'm in the
land o' the living; for I've had the skin peeled off my legs--my arms
maistly broken--my head cut, and ither parts o' my body a' black and
blue, times out o' number. I thought her an angel whan I was courtin
her; but, O Robin! she has turned out--I'll no say what--an adder!--a
teeger!--a she fury!
"As for askin onybody into the house, it's a thing I durstna do for the
life that's in my body. I never did it but ance, and that was whan an
auld schulefellow, that had been several years in America, ca'ed at the
shop to see me. After we had cracked a while--
"'But I maun see the wife, Patie,' says he.
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