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
As soon as Carey had delivered his message, he conceived he had thrown
off the servitude imposed upon him by his mother, who considered him of
no other use than to carry a verbal communication to the village.
Entertaining a very different opinion of Carey's powers, John Monilaws
told him of the strange conduct of Cubby Grindstane, (whom he also well
knew, as indeed every person in the neighbourhood,) in endeavouring to
conceal the illness of his daughter, who was the individual to be
recommended to his mother as a servant. Carey confessed he thought the
conduct of Cubby very suspicious, and, with a knowing look, hinted that
it had been long his intention to endeavour to ascertain something more
of the old cobbler than the people of Newabbey yet knew.
"It is just you callants," said John, "wha are best at thae things. When
I was like ye, there wasna a house-tap in a' Newabbey I didna ken as
weel as the sparrows that biggit their nests in them. There are queerer
sights seen i' the warld, by lookin _down_ than by lookin _up_, for a
that astronomers may say on the subject. It was I that discovered Marion
Muschet killin her new-born bairn wi' a pack-thread. I saw her through
her ain skylicht; an', though I had nae power to speak, I had plenty o'
pith i' my legs; but, fule that I was, I forgot that, lang afore I could
get assistance, the pack-thread wad hae dune its wark. Sae it was--the
face o' the bairn was as blue as my bannet, when, by my means, it was
discovered."
"An' muckle ye got for yer sky-larkin," said Mrs Monilaws. "Ye hanged
the puir woman, an' got the name o' Skylicht Johnnie, whilk ye hae
carried about wi' ye ever since, and will do till the day ye dee."
"Ay, Marion," answered the good-natured husband, "I hae taen nane o'
thae flights sin' I married ye. Ye keep me weel down. I suffered weel i'
my young days for lookin down; but I fear I wad suffer mair noo for
lookin up. But the deil's no buried i' Kirkaldy, if I wadna hae a blink
through Cubby Grindstane's skylicht, were my legs as soople as Mr Carey
Cuthbert's there, an' I had nae wife on my back."
Carey looked and smiled, and said nothing; but his mind was not so
inactive as his tongue.
"Ye wad be nearer yer purpose, John," said Marion, "if ye wad tak wi' ye
our neebor, John Willison, a godly elder o' the kirk, and gae bauldly in
at the door. John will tak wi' him prayers, an' ye some o' my jellies. I
never kenned ony guid come by a skylicht--except, maybe, Widow
Gairdner's; wha was sittin ae nicht, thinkin whar she wad get her
supper; an', as she thought, an' thought, an' was nae better or fu'er
for thinkin, a man fell frae the roof at her feet, an', throwing frae
him sixteen gowd guineas wi' pure fear, flew out at the door as if
Beelzebub an' a' his angels had been after him. Widow Gairdner got her
supper that nicht. Naebody ever asked for the guineas; but it was weel
kenned frae whase hoose they were stown."
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