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
French captain, who, during our short sojourn with him, had endeared
himself to us by his handsome and gentlemanly behaviour. He had allowed
Gordon, the mate, and myself to dispose of ourselves as we thought
proper during the action, on our giving our parole that we would not in
any way interfere. As soon as the privateer ceased firing, the smothered
sound of three cheers came faintly up the hatchway from our poor fellows
in the hold, who rightly judged the result of the action. They were
immediately liberated; and a prize crew having been sent on board, the
French took up the quarters just vacated by the 'Dolphins.'
"After a few hours spent in repairing damages, and in vigorous exercise
at the pumps of the privateer, the Hawk, with her prize in tow, stood
to the northward and eastward; and in a few days the Hercule, with the
red ensign proudly floating above the flag of France, followed her
captor into Spithead. As soon as I possibly could, I hastened up to
town, where I found a letter lying for me at my agent's, to be delivered
as soon as the Dolphin arrived (my friends knew I had taken my passage
in that ship), begging me to hasten over to Ireland immediately, to
attend the death-bed of a maternal uncle. I arrived in Dublin in time to
attend the old gentleman's funeral, and to find, to my great surprise,
that he had left the whole of his Irish property and a large estate in
this country to his grateful nephew, on condition that I took his name.
Fortune was tired of plaguing me at last. I was obliged to remain nearly
three years in Ireland, in order to arrange matters satisfactorily with
my agent, and to put everything in train for making my tenants as
comfortable as possible. My other estate is in Perthshire, where I shall
be delighted to enjoy the pleasure of _your_ society, until you are
wearied of _ours_.--I say ours, because I have a new friend to introduce
to you in the person of my wife."
I accompanied Sandford home, and found his establishment such as I
should have expected from a man of his liberal and enlightened turn of
mind--handsome without ostentation--liberal without profusion. His lady
was a most amiable and agreeable person--unaffected and cheerful in her
manners. I was delighted with my first introduction to her. Coming
forward to meet me with all the graceful ease that distinguishes a
well-bred woman, and with all the warmth of manner of an old friend, she
shook me most cordially by the hand.
"Mr Douglas," said she, "I am delighted to see you; often and often has
Sandford talked over your mutual adventures, and regretted the evil
destiny that separated him from his earliest and dearest friend. Your
character is so familiar to me, that I feel as if, instead of
addressing a stranger, I were talking to an old friend. I hope you will
soon learn to look upon all here in the same light."
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