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
"After your father's death, I felt the most solitary of men for many
months. Still I continued to do my duty as a private soldier, without
taking any interest in surrounding events. About two years after my
arrival, a revolt broke out in the colony: the Singaleese were aided by
the Candians from the mountains; and the handful of Europeans could
scarce make head against the multitudes of the natives, who had courage
and ferocity more than sufficient to have exterminated us every man;
but, fortunately for us, they had no discipline or other mode of
warfare, but to rush on their enemy and overpower them. This they found
to be a vain attempt; yet they never changed their mode until compelled
to sue for peace, by the immense slaughter made of them in this war of
carnage and massacre. I had been several times the decided cause of
victory to the Dutch, in preventing small detachments from being cut
off, and directing the movements of the main body; for which services I
was promoted to a lieutenantcy. I never rose higher, nor do I believe I
would have attained this rank, had it not been to enable me to take
command of small parties, for which I was qualified from my being ever
on the outskirts of the army, or in the borders of the jungle. Great
numbers of my men died through fatigue and fever. I, myself for several
years, remained robust; but my turn came at length. I fevered and
relapsed; several times my life was despaired of for whole weeks; and
many wounds I had received from the Candian spears and arrows broke out
afresh, and baffled the power of medicine. My constitution triumphed
over my malady; but I was unfit for service. I have one wound here on my
side that is hurrying me to my grave; which, I hope, will be in
Pennycuick churchyard. But, now that I have the happiness to find my
long-lost charge, there is one more duty for me to perform when we reach
Edinburgh, whither you must return with me, to consign me to the dust.
That duty I never did expect to be called to perform--it is to
re-possess myself of the certificates of your father's marriage and your
baptism, which are, as I told you, concealed behind the wainscot in the
house in Mary King's Close. I trust, for your sake, they are still safe,
and may be the means of placing you in your proper rank in society."
"Dear father," I replied--"for I must still call you so--if it is to be
of any service to me alone, it is of no avail to proceed further on that
errand, for fortune baffles all my undertakings, and I tell you you will
not succeed; still I have no objection to return with you to Scotland,
although my present object in London was to go to sea in a vessel bound
for the Indian seas--the only place of all I ever visited where fortune
smiled upon me, and I scorned her favours."
After dinner I gave the lieutenant an outline of my adventures since he
had left Edinburgh, at which he was much moved. When I told him of the
obligation I lay under to the worthy lawyer--
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