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 now left this unhappy individual to the charge of the woman, with a
recommendation (I could do nothing more) to endeavour to get her weaned
from her situation and habit. Two or three of my brother practitioners
having heard the circumstances, visited her during that afternoon, and
witnessed, as they informed me, the same symptoms that had been seen by
me. Two days afterwards, I visited her again, having, in the meantime,
written to Lord ----'s steward an account of the state of the family's
poor _protegé_, with some advices as to how she ought to be disposed of.
I found her still in the same position, and if possible more determined
to defend her brittle charge. I expressed to the attendant some surprise
that a human being should have been allowed to remain so long in a
predicament which seemed to throw some discredit upon our vindicated
superiority over the lower animals; but she answered me by stating that
the patient had become so fierce and vindictive, when an attempt was
made to remove her from the tub, or to take the eggs from under her,
that every one was afraid to go near her. A prejudice had, moreover,
taken possession of the neighbours, that she was under the power of some
evil spirit; and those who ventured to look at her, as she sat clucking
over her charge, gratified their intense curiosity by putting their
heads in at the door. As I approached her, I saw plainly that a fiercer
spirit had taken possession of her, probably from the attempts that had
been made to displace her, and overcome her extraordinary instinct. Her
eyes glanced as if fired by the impulse of strong anger, and her "cluck"
sounded with a wilder and more unearthly sound than when I saw her
before; but she spoke not a word, and, indeed, since ever she had
betaken herself to the nest, she had been heard to utter no other sounds
than those that are peculiar to the bird she personated. These symptoms
imparted to her a most impressive and terrific aspect, altogether
incompatible with any feeling of the ludicrous. I have seen mad people
in every mood; and, although I have observed them assume attitudes and
looks more suggestive, of course, of the terror of personal injury, I am
quite free to confess, that I never saw any one whose appearance was so
productive of those indefinable feelings of pity, fear, and awe, so
often roused within the walls of an asylum. Nature was not only
changed--it was overturned; human feelings represented the instincts of
the brutes that perish; and the organs, motions, and attitudes of our
species, were made to subserve, with an intense anxiety that was painful
to behold, the impulses of creatures in the lowest grade of creation. I
confess that my feelings were, on this occasion, harrowed; and, if I
were to search for any feature in the spectacle before me, more than
another, that tended to produce in me this effect, I would say that it
was the hideous intensity of the instinctive anxiety that beamed in her
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