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
If at any time the
sly winks of some mischievous wag succeeded in raising a titter among
the younger part of the company, it was suppressed in a moment; for,
though James was extremely good-natured, he was always severe in
rebuking the conduct of those who showed the least disrespect to
religion.
Having thus given a general account of James's character, we must now
proceed to narrate a simple anecdote in his life, which we consider
worthy of being known, not only on account of the generosity of feeling
which it exhibits, but also on account of the opportunity which it
affords for displaying the genuine simplicity of manners prevailing
among the class to which he belonged at the period when it occurred.
One fine afternoon, in the beginning of the winter of 1776, as James was
busily employed at his occupation in the shop, Nanny, his wife, entered
with a handful of pirns, and a countenance which betokened something of
importance. She was evidently in a hurry, and needed her husband's
assistance; but hesitated about the propriety of asking it.
"When Jamie's aff the loom," said she to herself, "neither beam-traddles
nor bore-staff'll budge a single bit; and, if he fa's in wi' onybody by
the gate, wha kens when he may come back again?--for the greatest faut
that oor Jamie has, is just that he likes a crack owre weel."
Notwithstanding of these prudential considerations, Nanny did broach the
subject in a most becoming and delicate manner, by asking her husband's
advice in her present perplexity.
"What are we to do noo, Jamie?" said she, in a rather depressed tone.
"There's no a pickle meal i' the barrel; and I hae the cow's supper to
get in, and the butter to mak, and the bed to mak, and the milk to
'earn, forby mony a ither thing that _maun_ be done--sae, ye see, I hae
nae time to gang for meal the nicht."
"Hout, lassie!" said James, with a smile; "I'll tell ye what we'll do.
I'll just get a pock, and set up by to Sandy Laing's for a peck or twa
to keep oor teeth gaun till oor ain melder come frae the mill."
"Weel, aweel, Jamie," said the guidwife, glad to find such a ready
remedy for all her difficulties. "If ye'll bring the meal, I'll mak the
parritch, lad; but it wad hae been a braw thing if we had haen a bit
cratur o' oor ain to gang an errant like this, and we micht hae been
makin something at oor wark i' the time."
"It's very true, lassie," said James; "but, if we hae nae bairn to carry
meal, we hae nane to eat it--let's aye be content, woman."
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