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
"Belford!" he cried--"it was indeed Belford. I am not deceived! You are,
indeed, my countryman. You are younger than I, but I remember you; I am
the Belford of whom you have spoken. For auld lang syne, and for the
sake of bonny Cumberland, no harm shall happen unto you, nor to any of
your comrades. I have but one thing to say to you--_be obedient_."
Pained and wounded as I was, I remembered him. I recollected him as
having been a boy, some six years older than myself, at the same school,
and in a senior class. But when I would have questioned him, he placed
his fingers upon his lips, and said--"Speak no more to me at present. Do
as I have said--_be obedient_."
I thought it a strange thing to be placed a prisoner under the hatches
of an old schoolfellow; but the assurance that he and I had trembled
under the same birch, and played on the same hill-side together, gave
me, with his promise of safety, some consolation. My hands were
permitted to be at liberty, but my feet were ordered to be kept in
irons; and when I went upon the deck I could not step more than six
inches at a time. I knew not how my fellow-prisoners fared, for I never
saw them.
One day I was requested, or rather I ought to say, ordered, to dine with
the pirate-captain.
"Your name is Robert," said he to me; and I answered that it was.
"Well," he continued, "I wish to save your life, and if it were possible
I would spare also your comrades. But there would be danger in doing so,
and my fellows, whom I must sometimes humour, are to a man against it. I
will try however, either to place you on board a vessel that is not
worth shot, or on some island where you are certain of being picked up.
In the meantime, here is a purse for you, which, you will find will do
you more good on shore than any services of mine. A father and a
mother's care," he added, "I have never known, and from rumour only do I
suppose who my parents were. I owe mankind nothing for the kindness
they have shewn me; and the same love and mercy which I have received
from them, I have measured out to them again. Farewell!" he said, and
left me.
I knew that he was the reputed son of a gentleman who had held extensive
possessions in Cumberland, but that something of mystery hung over his
birth, and that it was reported cruel and unjust means had been resorted
to, to deprive him of his lawful inheritance.
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