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
A scene of uproar and confusion no words can express ensued; the lights
were extinguished; blows were dealt furiously around; and the sleepers
awoke and joined in the strife. Bitterly did I regret my curiosity, as
well as the bondage my arm was in from its long confinement; it was
benumbed and painful. As I had no immediate interest in the strife, I
retired to one corner of the room, where I found several as anxious as
myself to escape. Shouts of murder and groans were mixed with vengeful
cries. At length the door was burst open, and a body of constables
entered. The moment I saw this I slipped along the side of the room and
darted past them, receiving in my flight several severe blows, and
leaving the skirts and breasts of my jacket in the hands of those in the
way who attempted to stop my career. I turned down the first opening I
came to, and ceased to run, as no one appeared to follow me.
Fortunately, I had the old canvass trousers and vest above my own, in
which was secured my guineas and silver. With some difficulty I freed
myself from the jacket, then I with ease got off the others, and had the
mortification to find myself, pretty late in the evening, without a
lodging, jacket, or hat.
As I began to cool, and find myself secure from pursuit, the contusions
I had received from the staves of the constables pained me very much,
particularly one I had received upon the head; I put up my hand, and
found it bleeding pretty fresh. Thus was I in a fine mess to seek for a
decent lodging, or account for my present plight. As I turned over in my
mind for a plausible story, I perceived a respectable-looking inn still
open, and made straight for it. There were several seafaring men, like
captains of coasters, sitting in the tap. When I entered, all eyes were
turned upon me. The landlord insisted upon turning me out, without
allowing me to speak. The company took my part, and insisted that I
should be heard. I had now my story ready as near the truth as I
dared--I told them I was a stranger from Scotland, on my way to London,
in quest of a vessel, and had only arrived in the town that evening,
when I had had a quarrel and fight, having been insulted, and some one
had carried off my hat, jacket, and bundle; but that I had plenty of
money to pay my way. As soon as I had finished, the landlord became all
civility; I got my head bound up, and a good lodging, and got intimate
with one or two of the captains before I retired to bed.
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