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
James was soon provided with a clean linen bag, which he deposited in
his pocket; and, crossing his arms upon his back, he set off to the
neighbouring village of Lindores for the necessary supply of meal. As he
was proceeding along the ridge of a natural embankment, which forms the
north-eastern boundary of the loch, he saw a well-dressed young man
advancing towards him. The stranger seemed to be in a hurry--at least
one might have supposed so from the rapidity of his motion; but he
occasionally stopped and looked down upon the frozen lake, which
expanded to the sky like a mighty mirror for the passing clouds to
behold their own shadows in. After gazing for a few minutes, as if he
had forgotten the length of his journey in contemplating the beauty of
the prospect which extended beneath him, he would start off at a quicker
pace, as if anxious to redeem the time which he had lost in gratifying
an idle curiosity. When he drew near, James could easily discover, from
his superior dress, slender make, and pale, meditative countenance, that
he did not belong to that class "who drudge through wet and dry with
never-ceasing toil;" and, notwithstanding of his itch for conversation,
he would have passed the stranger without making any remark upon the
state of the weather, the beauty of the scenery, or the antiquities of
the parish. But the young man, who seemed to be as inquisitive as James
was communicative, addressed him in a tone of frank cordiality, which at
once removed every feeling of reserve.
After a few questions had been asked and answered, James, recollecting
his errand, pulled out the bag which he had received from his wife, and,
exhibiting it to his new-found acquaintance, remarked--
"I'm just gaun doon by to Sandy Laing's here, to get twa pecks o' meal;
and gin ye'll stap at leisure for a wee, I'll gae doon the hill wi' ye,
and point oot a' the curiosities o' the place by the gate."
The stranger agreed to this proposal, and James marched off with most
ungentlemanly strides to the merchant's, from which he returned in an
incredibly short time, with his meal on his back, his hat in his hand,
and his body bent forward several degrees beyond its usual perpendicular
position.
"Ugh!" said James, as he again came up with the stranger, "I'm clean oot
o' breath wi' my hurry; but an auld body's blast's sune blawn, and
that's a stiff brae to climb wi' a burden; but mine's no a heavy ane."
"Permit me to carry it a bit till you recover yourself," said the
stranger, taking hold of the bag.
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