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
However, one got into my books, and another got into my books; but, no,
I am wrong there again, for they only got on to the slates--I couldna be
fashed to carry them into the books; I thought there was nae need for
it; they generally paid upon the Saturday nicht, and there was nae fear
o' me forgettin.
But, in a short time, there never was a Saturday nicht but there was
always some o' my debtor customers amissing; and when I inquired for any
o' them, the reply was--
"Oh, you're one of his ghosts, are you? well, I wish you may get
it--he's _got the bag_.[8]"
[Footnote 8: Got the bag--_i. e._, paid off, or discharged.]
"So, so," I would say; "and he is off with his finger in my bag too."
Well, in this way I lost more money than I can tell. But I lost it in
another way also, and from the same cause. You know that in London every
public-house has a porter-walk, or a beer-walk, as they call it, the
same as the rounds of a milk-woman here, and they go round twice a-day,
at dinner-time and supper-time. Well, to my surprise, in a few months I
got the best beer-walk in all London. I couldna think how it was. I was
almost rivalling the Alderney dairy which was at my very hand, for I had
to engage two pot-boys to carry out my supply. But I gave credit; I
trusted to the lads to keep an account of what they took out, and they
trusted to me. I said "I couldna be fashed wi' the like o' that;" but
they said they gave me the names and number o' the individuals with whom
they had intrusted both porter and pewter-pots; and if I did not mark it
down and see after it, it was my look-out, and not theirs. In this way,
I believe, I lost five butts o' porter within twelve months. Yet, sir,
these were not the only griefs and the only losses that the four words
which are the subject of my story have brought upon me. Not only did I
frequently neglect to insert in my own books what I had sent out on
credit, but I as frequently delayed to mark down what had been sent to
me by the brewer or distiller, and said, "Hoot, I haena time--I canna be
fashed to enter it to-day, I will do it the morn, or the next day." But
the next day and the next came, and I could be less fashed than ever,
and the entry remained untouched. Many a heavy loss I am sensible this
has caused me; and often has it made me appear as a rogue, when my
intentions were honest.
Sir, what I have told ye is but a sample o' what "_I canna be fashed_"
has cost me. I could relate to you a thousand o' its consequences; but
half-a-dozen are as good, and perhaps better than a thousand, by way o'
example.
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