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
the army all idle or immoral characters: an engine of great tyranny and
oppression in their hands; for every person who was in the least
obnoxious to them was hurried to the army, whatever his character might
be. Without informing my friend Mr Davidson, I bade him farewell, and
proceeded to Glasgow, where I entered as a private into the Fraser
Highlanders, resolved to carve out my own fortune with my sword. This I
did through my foolish pride, so little had I learned by my former
experience. During my short stay with the party, before I joined the
regiment, my mind became disgusted by the modes I saw practised to
augment the army, by trepanning and actual violence. The landed
gentlemen and magistrates appeared to have lost, in their zeal, every
sense of justice. The most disgusting modes were resorted to: such as
putting a shilling into a drinking jug, and causing the king's health to
be pledged; while the soldier, in plain clothes, sitting in company as a
tradesman, or a person from the country, was ready to seize the person
whom he had pitched upon, the moment he drank the royal toast. If he
resisted, nothing could save him from prison; enlist, and attest he
must. So prevalent, indeed, was this mode, that the publicans were under
the necessity of getting pewter jugs with glass bottoms to drink from,
or their houses would have been deserted. This gave security to the
customer that there was not a shilling in the bottom; and allowed him to
watch through the glass the motions of the persons with whom he drank.
The only redress the kidnapped individual got was, that he might choose
the regiment he would join; and he in general fixed upon some other one
than the one to which his betrayer belonged. One instance disgusted me
beyond endurance. It happened to a good-looking young lad, belonging to
Hamilton. An intimate acquaintance of his had been enlisted, whether
voluntarily or not I do not recollect, but he was still without any
marks of his new profession. Several of the old soldiers were also with
him, prowling about for recruits, when he recognised his former friend
in the Briggate, accompanied by his intended bride and their mothers,
who had come to Glasgow with the young people to purchase their
plenishing. Rejoiced to meet an old acquaintance in the city, the party,
being fatigued with their walk and the heat of the weather, retired to a
neighbouring public-house to rest and refresh themselves. The companions
of the betrayer, to avoid suspicion, had passed on, as if they were not
of his party, but entered the house a short time after. As those from
the country had business to transact, they refused to tarry, and the
new-made soldier insisted to pay for the entertainment, which, after a
good-natured dispute, he was allowed to do. By design, or otherwise, he
sat at the far end of the table, and when the landlady was called, he
said, handing forward a shilling--
"Here, George, is a shilling; be so good as hand it to the landlady."
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