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
"An' if she can," said Adam, "it may be waur for her than if she were as
deep learned as Elspet Craig in the mysteries o' that art, whereby she
works sae meikle mischief to her faes, and may, peradventure, bring upon
her head the vengeance o' the law. I houp better things o' Peggy."
"I ken naething aboot the Knight o' the White Feather," said Margaret,
with a deep sigh; "and wherefore should I?--he's far abune my degree."
"But ye ken, at least," rejoined Adam, "that he wears a white feather,
my bonny bird--and feathered creatures are flichtie, especially when
they're far frae their ain countrie. Even our ain robin, wha condescends
to come and eat our crumbs, when the snaw is on the hill, leaves us in
summer; and, mair than a' that, he's a bird o' prey, and doesna
hesitate, when he has a guid opportunity, to soil his bonny red breast
wi' the blood o' his companions."
It was apparent that both Adam Hunter and Janet were suspicious of
Margaret's limited knowledge of the knight, and they had good reason to
be so; for Janet had been told that, one night, when Margaret had said
she was going to meet a person of the name of Simon Frazer--a tradesman
who had been making honourable proposals to her, along with many others
who were proud to be called her suitors--she had been seen walking with
a gentleman wrapped up in a Spanish cloak, supposed to be Sir
Willoughby, in the glen of St Arthur's Seat, called the Hunter's Bog. On
another occasion, she had been followed by Simon Frazer to a trysting
place, known by the name of the Hunter's Rest--a large boulder of basalt
lying on the side of the bog, and remarkable to geologists by its
unaccountable position. On this stone Margaret had sat till the moon had
concealed her horns behind the top of St Arthur's, and the glen had
gradually become enveloped in the shade of the hill. Simon Frazer took
advantage of the gloom, and concealed himself near to the spot where
Margaret sat; and, amidst the silence which reigned in this secluded
place, he could distinctly hear the sighs of the maiden, as the hope of
seeing the person she had come to meet became fainter and fainter.
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