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
"I'll tell ye a' aboot it, mem. Ye see it was just aboot this time
twelmonth, I think--yes, just exactly aboot this time--that, as I was ae
day fishin in the Clyde, at the spot I pointed oot to ye, I was suddenly
startled by hearin an awful scream, and, immediately after, a tremendous
splash in the water. 'Somebody fa'en in!' says I; and I instantly flang
doon my rod, on which I had, at the moment, a saumont fifty pun wecht,
if he was an unce--and ran roun the bit projectin bank that had keepit
me frae actually seein what had happened. A weel, on doin this, doesna I
see a woman's bonnet floatin on the water--it was a' I could see--and
gann fast doun wi' the stream, which was geyley swelled at the time.
Soon becomin aware that the bonnet was on the head o' some unfortunate
person, and that she maun perish in a few seconds, if no attempt was
made to rescue her, I, without a moment's thocht, threw aff my coat and
shoon, and jumped in after her; and, as gude luck wad hae't, was the
means o' savin her life; but it was a teuch job, for, by the time I
reached her, she had sunk, and it wasna till I had dived three times
that I got haud o' her. But I _did_ get a grup o' her; and I assure ye I
held it, and never let it go till I had her safely on the bank, puir
thing, and a bit bonny cratur she was."
Thus far had Jamie got in his interesting story, and much further he
would have gone, had he not been suddenly interrupted by his fair
auditor, who, seizing him by the hand, in a transport of joy and
surprise, exclaimed--
"O my deliverer, my deliverer!--_I_ was the person whom you saved; and
delighted will my father, who's inside the coach, be, when he learns we
have found you at last. But why, why," continued the grateful girl,
looking all the gratitude she felt in Jamie's face--"why did you so
abruptly and suddenly withdraw yourself, after having done such a
generous and noble deed? We could never find you out, nor obtain the
smallest trace of you, although hardly a day has passed since then that
we have not made some attempt to accomplish either the one or the other.
It was cruel of you not to afford us an opportunity of evincing the deep
and everlasting gratitude we felt towards you."
We leave the reader to conjecture what was Jamie's amazement on finding
himself thus addressed by his fair companion; for we suppose we need
hardly say that every word of his story about rescuing a young lady from
drowning was a lie--an unmitigated, and, so far as he knew certainly, an
utterly foundationless lie. Well may we then, we think, call on the
reader to conceive, if he can, Jamie's surprise, when he found his
narrative thus strangely converted into truth. He by no means liked it,
for it threatened to lead to some awkward discoveries; and, under this
impression, he endeavoured to back out, and to separate the two cases by
some additional remarks.
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