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
Nanny, who now discovered that the object of all her fears was neither
ghost nor goblin, but a conversable and civil creature of her own
species, thought that her husband might be safely trusted in his
presence without her support; and she accordingly returned again to her
bed.
James lighted the lamp, and went to admit the stranger; but, when he
opened the door, he opened no passage for his entrance. A solid wall of
snow still separated the guidman and his intended guest.
"Preserve's a'!" cried the former, "that's been an awfu' nicht, indeed.
The door's drifted up to the lintel; and there's no a hole i' the hale
hicht o't, that a mouse could creep oot or in through. Are ye aye there
yet, freen?" (addressing the stranger, who answered in the affirmative.)
"Aweel, aweel," he continued, "ye maun just content yersel awhile or I
get a spade and try and mak some oot-gate in't."
James got a spade, and commenced to delve the snow into the passage,
between the _hallant_ and the outer door; but he had no sooner broken
down a part of the barrier, than the insidious drift entered the
aperture, and, getting under his shirt, which was the only garment he
had on, it whirled about his bare legs. He persisted for awhile, but his
powers of perseverance ultimately forsook him. He flung down the spade,
and, as every gust of wind brought a fresh volley of snow whistling
about his ankles, he leaped as high as the henroost, which formed the
ceiling of the lobby, would permit.
"Preserve's a', that's dreadfu!" he at length cried out, making a most
magnificent jump at the same time. "Flesh and bluid canna endure
that--it wad gar a horse swither. Ye'll just hae to thole awee till I
get my claes on, lad."
James bounded into the house, and commenced immediately to get his
shivering limbs conducted into the proper openings of a pair of canvas
trousers. But this was no easy task. He had got one foot in, and the
other within a few inches of the entrance, when his great toe unluckily
got entangled in one of the pockets of the garment, and, as he was
striving to preserve his equilibrium, by hopping through the house
backwards upon one leg, the stranger, who had forced himself through
the aperture which he had made in the doorway, entered like a moving
mass of snow. James at length succeeded, by the support of the bed,
which happily resisted his retrograde movement, in getting on his
clothes; and then all his attention was directed to the comfort of his
guest.
"Dear me, man," said he, taking hold of the stranger's arm with the one
hand, and a broom with the other, "ye'll need hauf-an-hoor's soopin
afore we get a sicht o' ye. I'm sure ye're unco far frae comfortable
below that wread o' snaw."
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