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
We had neglected to provide
ourselves with a boat; but two or three of the men swam to the shore,
which proved to be at no great distance, carrying the end of a rope
along with them; by the aid of which all the rest of us were enabled to
reach the land in safety.
"Thus did my seven companions and I terminate our adventures. Once in
safety, I began to laugh heartily at our mishap. '_O passi graviora
mecum_,' cried I, gaily, as they seemed to stand down-hearted in their
dripping garments; 'it is on no desolate or inhospitable shore that we
are now cast. Stay there for a little, till I see where we are, and look
out for shelter.' With that I went a little way inland, until, having
observed the appearance of distant lights on my left, I ran in all haste
in that direction, scarcely feeling the ground under my feet. In about
half an hour, I came to a number of buildings which I seemed to know; I
found a narrow lane, at the end of it a door, and within the door a
stair, which I seemed to know. My heart began to beat violently. Having
mounted the stair, and gone along a dark passage at the head of it, I
came to a door, on opening which, the forms of the very friends, after
leaving whom I was carried away, seemed to appear before me, as at their
usual meeting. All gazed on me; but none of them spoke except old Adam
Muzzy, who was in his usual state of inebriety, which so strangely
brightens one part of his faculties, and darkens another. Recognising
me, and having some very indistinct perception of circumstances, he
exclaimed, in the usual style of his address to a retired and returned
bottle-companion--'Guide me! ye hae been lang away; but we hae thocht
that ye would be back, for ye left yer hat ahint ye. Sit doon, man, and
tak aff yer glass.'
"The sight of my hat hanging where I left it, and the daized dreamy look
of the creature, with his half-shut eye, so affected me, that I sunk
unconsciously down into the chair to which he had pointed, painfully
impressed with the idea that I had only been dreaming of home, as I had
often done, in the lonely isles of the West Indian seas. It was my name
loudly pronounced by the friendly voice of Plainworth which first awoke
me from my stupor.
"'My dear Mary,' said he, as he concluded, 'he will tell you what were
the first questions which I asked.'
"'Indeed,' said I, addressing her, 'his two first questions were both
about you; and the second of them was, whether you were still
unmarried?'"
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