Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
But a' the thrashings that faither, and mother, and master could thrash
at me, on every occasion the confounded words were aye uppermost--they
were perpetually at my tongue end. I was just an easy, indolent
being--one that seemed disposed to steal through the world wi' my hands
in pocket, as smoothly as possible. When I grew to be a lad, I daresay
those that kenned me best were surprised that I could be fashed to gang
a-courting, like other youngsters. But even then, when others would
brush themselves up, and put on their half-best coat, and the like o'
that, in order that they might look as smart as possible, I have thought
to mysel, I wonder if I should shave and wash my face, and gie mysel a
redd-up before I gang to see _her_ the nicht; but perpetually I used to
say to mysel--"Ou, I carena; I canna be fashed--I'll do very weel as I
am." And there wasna less than three or four young lasses that I had a
particular liking for--and each o' them, I daresay, would made an
excellent wife, and I could been very happy wi' ony o' them--but they
all broke off acquaintance wi' me, "just," as they said to their
friends, "because I was o' such a slovenly disposition, that I couldna
even be fashed to mak mysel purpose-like when I gaed to see a body."
The like o' this was very galling to me; but it hadna the effect o'
making a better o' me. I couldna be fashed to be ony better, let come
what might. "Losh-a-day," thought I, "I wonder what folk would hae me to
be at, or how they can gie themsels sae meikle trouble, and be sae
particular?"
But, beyond all others, there was one young woman that I had an
affection for in a very extraordinary degree. She was as dear to me as
the apple o' my ee; and I am sure she could hae done onything wi'
me--save to break me o' my habit o' saying "I canna be fashed." That was
beyond her power. It was my fixed intention to marry her; and, indeed,
not only was the wedding-day set, but her wedding-gown and my coat were
made, and the ring was bought, and she had spoken to her bridesmaid;
and, besides buying a' sort o' things hersel, she had got her mother to
have her providing packed up, and everything was in readiness just to be
lifted to our new house--that is, the house we were to occupy. Now, when
all this had taken place, there was one bonny starlight nicht that we
were walking together, just as happy as twa wood-pigeons, and talking
owre the settlements o' every thing, that she said to me--
"What did the joiner say last nicht, Willie?--will he be sure no to
disappoint us wi' the furniture?--for I would like everything richt at
the very first."
"Eh! weel-minded, my dear," says I; "I really forgot to gang and see
him, for I was sae tired when I got hame last nicht, that--I couldna be
fashed."
"That was silly o' ye, man," said she; "it was very thoughtless. But I
hope ye didna forget to gie in the marriage lines to the minister?" (The
session-clerk was ill at the time.)
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