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 reckoning is one and sixpence," said she.
"Oh, I have plenty of the king's coin. Here is another for you, George."
To the alarm and grief of the bridal party, when they were at the door
to proceed on the business they had come to town upon, the soldiers in
waiting seized the young man, and declared him one of the king's men.
The betrayer shrunk back, not yet hardened to the trade; but his
associates compelled the victim to go with them to the jail. Fortunately
for them and the young man, they had respectable friends in the city,
who waited upon some of the magistrates. An investigation took place.
The soldiers scrupled not to maintain that he was enlisted, and were
willing to swear that he had taken the second shilling in the king's
name--the usual words of voluntary enlistment. They even produced the
landlady, who, either leaning towards the soldiers (her good customers),
or not paying much attention at the time, declared that she heard, when
the second shilling was given, distinctly the words "king and coin." So
powerful was the feeling at this time, that he was declared duly
enlisted, and only escaped by paying to the party a round sum of
smart-money.
After passing the winter at drill, I was embarked with a numerous body,
to reinforce the army besieged in Quebec, where we arrived in the month
of May. I was now on the field where I was to reap the fruits of my
ambition; but I found it unpromising, and strewed with thorns. Still I
had an object to attain, however distant it might be, and my oppression
left me. I was most assiduous in my duties, and was soon made a
corporal. My heart leaped for joy. This was the first step to my
ambition; my hopes began to brighten, and I submitted to our privations
without a murmur. At the storming of St John's, I was made a serjeant;
and here I stuck. In vain was all my daring and good conduct. At the
descent upon Long Island, I was as conspicuous as I dared to be by the
rules of strict discipline, and, in consequence, often had the charge of
small picquets upon dangerous service, and was twice slightly wounded.
Once I led the company, and took several prisoners, after both the
captain and ensign were carried to the rear dangerously wounded. The
ensign died in a few days of his wound; and it was generally believed by
the men of the regiment that I would have been promoted to his rank. At
length, in the month of August, 1781, I was made paymaster-serjeant;
which rank I did not long retain; for the army was not long after
completely surrounded by the Americans, besieged in Yorktown and at
Gloucester, and, after suffering the extreme of hardships for twelve
days, from sickness, famine, and the fire of the enemy, Lord Cornwallis,
hopeless of being relieved, surrendered himself and army prisoners of
war. This put an extinguisher upon all my hopes. I was now a prisoner,
sick, and looked upon for death, and must have perished, had it not been
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