Scenes and legends of the north of Scotland : $b or, The traditional history of Cromarty
John Stuart Mill · en
The advocate inquired kindly after his concerns, and was told of his
dismissal from the Customhouse. “I’ll vouch!” he exclaimed, “it was
for nothing an honest man should be ashamed of.” “Oh! only a slight
matter, Mr. Hamilton,” said the boatman; “an’ troth I couldna’ weel do
other than what I did though I should hae to do’t o’er again. Captain
Robinson o’ the Free Trade was on the coast o’ Cadboll last har’st,
about the time o’ the _Equinoxal_, unlading a cargo o’ Hollands, whan
on cam’ the storm o’ the season, an’ he had to run for Cromarty to
avoid shipwreck. His loading was mostly out, except a few orra kegs
that might just make his lugger seizable if folk gied a wee owre
strict. If he could but show, however, that he had been at the Isle o’
Man, an’ had been forced into the Firth by mere stress o’ weather frae
his even course to Flushing, it would set him clear out o’ our danger.
I had a strong liking to the Captain, for he had been unco kind to my
poor Willie, that’s dead now; an’ when he tauld our officer that he had
been at Man, an’ the officer asked for proof, I contrived to slide twa
Manks baubees intil his han’, an’ he held them out just in a careless
way, as if he had plenty mair proof besides. Weel, this did, an’ the
puir chield wan off; but hardly was he down the Firth when out cam’
the haill story. Him they coudna harm, but me they could; an’ after
muckle ill words, (an’ I had to bear them a’, for I’m an auld failed
man now,) instead o’ getting retired on a pension for my forty years’
service, I was turned aff without a shilling. I have an acquaintance
in the Customhouse here, Mr. Scrabster the clerk; an’ I came up ance
errand to Edinburgh in the hope that he might do something for me; but
he’s no verra able I’m thinking, an’ I’m feared no verra willing; an’
so, Mr. Hamilton, I just canna help it. My day, o’ coorse o’ nature,
canna be verra lang, an’ Providence, that has aye carried me through
as yet, winna surely let me stick now.”--“Ah no, my poor friend!” said
the advocate. “Make up your mind, however, to stay for a few weeks with
Helen and me, and I’ll try in the meantime what my little influence may
be able to do for you at the Customhouse.”