Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20 — John Shaqi
Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
I cam hame and reported my progress to my parent; but he wasna in the
slightest degree dispirited; and next Sabbath, I got Andrew Waugh, a
singin weaver o' the village, to officiate for me, under a pretence that
I had caught a severe cauld. I repaired to the Warlocks' Glen, and sat
doun on a stump o' an auld aik tree, allowin freely the inspiration o'
the place to seize me, and nerve my energies for the bauld project I had
in hand. In a short time, I espied the streamers o' a woman's bannet
wavin amang the willows in the distance. Slouchin doun, like a tiger,
behind a large broom bush, I watched the onward progress o' the sweet
nymph, doubtless my beloved May. It was absolutely and indispensably
requisite that I should take her by ambuscade; for, if she had seen even
the hem o' my garment, I'm satisfied her ambulation would hae been
reversed, and in speed very considerably increased. I'm vexed to be
obliged to mak this admission, which grates sae harshly against my
self-conceit; but verity transcends, in beauty and importance, vanity;
and I consider this biography to be naething but a confession frae
beginnin to end.
Keepin my slouchin, sneakin attitude as weel as my lang gaunt body would
permit, I had at least the exorbitant satisfaction o' seein the dear
young woman walkin mournfully alang, unconscious o' the danger that
awaited her. At a little distance from my lurkin place, she stood, as if
she feared there was a snake in the grass; for the anxiety and
solicitude I felt to get a glimpse o' her fair face, forced me to twist
my body into unpleasant contortions, which produced a kind of a rustling
amang the sere-leaves that lay on the ground. Findin a' quiet again, she
seemed to renounce a' fear; though I secretly suspected that she kenned
weel aneugh the cause o' the noise, for I had detected the hinder part
o' my body in a higher state o' elevation than my will or security
warranted, being considerably abune the broom, and, therefore, plainly
in her ee. Keepin my suspicion to mysel, I watched her motions wi' still
greater curiosity and intensity; because, if my suspicions were true
that she kenned I was lyin sneakin there, her conduct, of course,
required frae me a different rule o' construction. At last she sat doon,
quite close to me--a circumstance that satisfied me still mair that she
was aware o' my position, condition, and intentions--for it seemed to be
a kind o' an invitation to me to dart upon her, and secure my prey. She
spoke.
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