Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 21 — John Shaqi
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
The writer was, no doubt, bent eagerly for home, but he seldom got to
his intended destination, though we have given one or two examples of
an uninterrupted course, without undergoing several stoppages, either
from the sudden calls of business, which lay in every direction, or the
seductions of conviviality, equally ubiquitous; and on this occasion he
was hailed from the window of the inn by some ten-tumbler men of Forfar,
whose plan for draining the loch, by making toddy of it, had not, to
their discomfort, been realized, but who made due retaliation by very
clean drainings elsewhere. The moment he heard the shout he understood
the meaning thereof, because he knew the house, the locality, and the
men; and Meg Davidson and her mice were passed into the wallet-bag of
time, till he should give these revellers their satisfaction in a boon
companion who could see them under the table, and then mount his horse,
with a power of retention of his seat unexampled in a county famous for
revolutions of heads as well as of bodies. Dismounting from his horse,
he got his dinner, a meal he had expected at Dundee; and, in spite of
the distance of fourteen miles which lay before him, he despatched
tumbler after tumbler without being once tempted to the imprudence of
letting out his extraordinary hunt, but rather with the prudence of
sending, through his compotators, to the county town the fact that a
woman who perambulated the country with white mice was really the
murderer of the country girl. This statement he was able to make, even
at that acme of his dithyrambics, when, as usual, he got upon the head
of the table to make his speech of the evening. It was now eleven, and
he had swallowed eight tumblers, yet he was comparatively steady when he
mounted; and, though during the fourteen miles he swung like a
well-ballasted barque in a gale of wind, he made sufficient headway to
be home by half-past twelve.
Next morning, as ready and able as usual for the work of the day, he was
at his desk about eleven, and when engaged with one client, while others
were waiting to be despatched in the way in which he alone could
discharge clients, he was waited on by a gentleman connected with the
Crown Office. Having been yielded a preference, the official took his
seat.
"I understand you are employed for Mrs. S----?" he said. "We have
thought it necessary, as disinterested protectors of the lives of the
king's subjects, to apprehend this woman. I need not say that our
precognitions are our guarantee; but I have heard a report which would
seem to impugn our discretion, if it do not shame our judgment, insomuch
that, if it be true, we have seized the wrong person. Do you know
anything of this woman with the white mice, who takes upon herself the
burden of a self-accusation? Of course it is for you to help us to her
as the salvation of your client."
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