Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
A general break up, then, was the consequence of the doctor's motion.
Candle in hand, Mr. Walkinshaw rose and accompanied his guests to the
door, towards which they moved in a long irregular file, he leading the
way. In the passage, however, a momentary halt was called. It was to
allow the doctor to don himself in his walking gear. With some
assistance from his host, this was soon accomplished. His hat was stuck
on his head, his martial cloak thrown around him, and his immense
comforter, like a red blanket, coiled around his neck. Thus accoutred,
the doctor and his friends evacuated the premises of their worthy host,
Mr. Walkinshaw.
THE RETURN HOME, AND INCIDENTS THEREFROM ARISING.
The doctor had not proceeded far on his way home, until he found himself
alone. One after another, his friends had popped off; some disappearing
mysteriously, others giving fair warning of their departure, by shaking
him by the hand, and wishing him
----"good night,
And rosy dreams and slumbers light."
Left to his own reflections, and, we may add, to his own exertions, the
doctor stumped bravely homeward, and, without meeting with anything
particularly worthy of notice, arrived safely at his own _close_ mouth.
In another part of this history, we have mentioned that there were one
or two difficulties that always awaited the doctor on his return home
when in the particular state in which he was at this moment. The first
of these difficulties was to climb the dark tortuous staircase, on the
third story of which was his domicile. The second was to discriminate
between his neighbours' door and his own. The reader will recollect
that, to obviate this last difficulty, the doctor fell upon the
ingenious expedient of counting the landing-places as he ascended, his
own being number three.
The reader's memory refreshed as to these particulars, we proceed to say
that the doctor, having traversed the close with a tolerably firm and
steady step, commenced his laborious ascent of the stair in his usual
manner, but with evidently fully more difficulty, as some of the
neighbours, who heard his struggles, remarked, than ordinary,--a
circumstance from which they inferred--and correctly enough, as we have
seen--that the doctor was more than ordinarily overcome.
The first flight of steps the doctor accomplished with perfect success,
and with perfect accuracy recorded it as number one. This done, he
commenced the ascent of number two; and, after a severe struggle,
accomplished it also. But by the time he had done so, the doctor had
lost his reckoning, and, believing that he had gained his own
landing-place, from which, we need hardly remind the reader, he was yet
an entire flight of stairs distant, he deliberately pulled out his
check-key, and applied it to the door of the neighbour who lived right
under him,--a certain Mr. Thomson, who pursued the intellectual calling
of a cheesemonger.
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