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
There was a kindness in the manner, and an expression of benevolence in
the aspect of his entertainer, which at once gratified and interested
the stranger. The latter appeared to be about forty; but his hospitable
entertainer was at least threescore. Care had engraven some wrinkles
upon his brow, and the "silverings" of age were beginning to mingle
thickly with his once brown hair; but his ruddy and open countenance
spoke of the generosity of his disposition and the health of his
constitution.
When the stranger had put on dry raiment and partaken of food, his host
ordered liquors to be brought; and when they were placed upon the table,
he again addressed his guest, and said--"Here, sir, thou hast claret,
port, and sherry--my cellar affords no other wines. Therefore, take thy
choice. Be merry and wise; but, above all--be at home. The wayfaring
man, and the man whom a storm drives into our house among the mountains,
should need no second invitation. With me he is welcome to whatsoever
is set before him. Therefore, use no ceremony, but consult thine own
taste. For myself I am no wine-drinker. Its coldness agrees not with my
stomach, and I prefer the distillation of our northern hills to the
juice of the grapes of the sunny south. Therefore, friend, while I brew
my punch, help thyself to whatsoever best pleaseth thee."
The stranger again thanked him, and having something of nationality
about him, preferred joining him in a bowl prepared from the "mountain
dew." They quickly discovered that they were what the world calls
"kindred spirits," and, before an hour had passed, the stranger told
whence he came, what he had been, and what his intentions, in visiting
that part of the country, were; but his name, he said, he did not intend
to divulge to any one for a time. He might make it known in a few days,
should he remain in the neighbourhood, and, perhaps, he never would.
"Well," said his host, "thou hast told me a considerable part of thy
history, but thou hast withheld thy name: I will tell thee _all_ mine;
but, to be even with thee, thou shalt not know my name either, (provided
thou dost not know it already,) beyond that my Christian name is Robert.
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