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
"Are ye headin ony movement in your quarter, noo?"
Jamie replied with an expressive nod, and a look of great importance;
but did not think it necessary, or perhaps safe, to speak.
"Gie's yer haun, my frien," said the man who had whispered in Jamie's
ear, with an air of high-wrought enthusiasm. "I honour you for your
principles," he added, shaking, with great cordiality, the hand that was
extended to him, and at the same time turning off the contents of his
glass to Jamie's success.
"Thank ye, frien--thank ye," said Jamie, who, the reader will see, had
all at once set up for a Radical leader. "I'll tell ye what," he
continued, now leaning over the table towards his cronies, and speaking
in a cautiously low tone--"as I see ye're friens o' the guid cause, I'll
gie ye some intelligence that ye'll be glad aneugh to hear, I daresay.
We're, ye see, a hunner strong in oor quarter, and as fine a set o'
stout, resolute fallows as ye wad wish to see, and a' ready to turn oot
at a moment's notice. I'm their captain, ye see. They hae done me the
honour o' makin me their captain--a very unworthy, but a very willin
ane. But, ah! sirs, we had a sad fecht to get arms; and they wad never
hae been gotten an I hadna advanced a hunner poun oot o' my ain pouch;
takin bills frae the committee for the amount, payable oot o' the first
and readiest whan a's settled."
"I'm sure _the_ cause is much indebted to ye," here interrupted one of
Jamie's new friends. "And hoo are ye armed noo, then?"
"Ou, pretty weel--pretty weel," replied Jamie--"maistly pikes; for, ye
see, wi' oor sma' funds, we couldna touch fire-arms, although there's a
few o' thae among us too. But oor pikes'll be found troublesome things,
I'm thinkin. They're made after a fashion o' my ain invention. This is
the shape, ye see." And here Jamie dipped his forefinger into his
tumbler, and therewith proceeded to draw the figure of a very
formidable-looking weapon on the table. "That, ye see, is for stabbin,
and that's for cuttin, and that's for hookin, and that's for knockin
doon," continued Jamie, pointing out the various properties of the
complex instrument. "Winna that be a botherer?"
"My feth, in guid hauns it'll be that," responded one of Jamie's
friends; and added, "Are ye drillin hard?"
"Every nicht that we hae the least glint o' moonshine," replied Jamie,
without a moment's hesitation. "I gie them twa hours o't every nicht,
and am teachin them a new sort o' pike exercise, that'll be fand, if I'm
no mistaen, particularly effectual in keepin off horse."
"Where learned ye the use o' that weapon, sir, if I may take the liberty
of asking?" inquired the former querist.
Few questions found Jamie unprepared with an answer.
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