Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20 — John Shaqi
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
The grave o' Jedediah Cameron was, in due time, dog by my parent--wi'
what feeling, whether o' sorrow or satisfaction, I am not bound to say,
because a sense o' delicacy prevented me frae being present at the
breaking o' the earth; but I consider myself under an obligation to
state, that I never saw my respected parent cover up a mortal body so
cleverly. Lest, however, ony hasty-minded, sanguine individual, should,
from this admission o' mine, suppose that that cleverness, or
nimbleness, had ony connection with the alacrity o' joy, or the morbid
quickness o' a sorrow that wishes to get an unpleasant job out of hands,
I must explain that my father merely wanted--surely a most legitimate
object--to catch as many o' the parochial heritors present at the
funeral as remained on the ground, reading grave-stanes, or laughing and
chatting thegither, after the body was clappit down--with the view o'
securing their votes for me, as the singular successor (to speak as the
lawyers do) to the three vacant offices held by the now dead dominie.
But this is a sair subject--I can scarcely write upon it. My brain
whirls like an old woman's spindle the moment I think on't. Guidness!
what a risk I ran o' losin my three offices by the mere paternal
fondness o' that honest man. Some o' the heritors had remarked the
vivacity and agility o' my parent in throwin in the heavy moil on the
clatterin coffin, wi' mair noise, force, and fervor than was ever used
on an occasion o' the same kind afore; pushin and shovellin great
hillocks o' stanes and banes at a mighty effort, usin his very feet in
the process; sweatin, pechin, stumblin, and producin a noise frae the
coffin lid like distant thunner; and mair, peradventure, resemblin the
risin than the lyin doun o' the dead. The thing couldna be concealed.
My father was excited beyond a' prudence or decent decorum; and, when he
had finished the wark, or rather pretended to finish it--for it was at
best a clumsy business--and, drawin near, wi' the shovel in his hand, to
a knot o' the heritors, standin on a flat gravestane, they asked him,
wi' a significant expression, why he was in sae great a hurry in coverin
up the puir dominie, a laugh rang amang the grave-stanes--a guid answer
to my father's request--that stuck in his throat; and, in place o'
gettin a vote, he hadna the courage to ask ane. The thing deed awa afore
the meetin o' the heritors, an' I was saved frae ruin--an escape for
which I hae offered up many thanks to the Author o' our mercies.
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