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If our debtors were a sic honest gentlemen as I believe you to be, Garschattachin, replied the Bailie, conscience! we might save ourselves a labour, for they wad come to seek us. Eh! what! how! exclaimed the person whom he had addressed, as I shall live by bread (not forgetting beef and brandy), its my auld friend Nicol Jarvie, the best man that ever counted doun merks on a band till a distressed gentleman. Were ye na coming up my way?were ye na coming up the Endrick to Garschattachin? Troth no, Maister Galbraith, replied the Bailie, I had other eggs on the spitand I thought ye wad be saying I cam to look about the annual rent thats due on the bit heritable band thats between us. Damn the annual rent! said the laird, with an appearance of great heartiness,Deil a word o business will you or I speak, now that yere sae near my countryTo see how a trot-cosey and a joseph can disguise a manthat I suldna ken my auld feal friend the deacon! The bailie, if ye please, resumed my companion; but I ken what gars ye mistakthe band was granted to my father thats happy, and he was deacon; but his name was Nicol as weel as mine. I dinna mind that theres been a payment of principal sum or annual rent on it in my day, and doubtless that has made the mistake. Weel, the devil take the mistake and all that occasioned it! replied Mr. Galbraith. But I am glad ye are a bailie. Gentlemen, fill a brimmerthis is my excellent friend, Bailie Nicol Jarvies healthI kend him and his father these twenty years. Are ye a cleared kelty aff?Fill anither. Heres to his being sune provostI say provostLord Provost Nicol Jarvie!and them that affirms theres a man walks the Hie Street o Glasgow thats fitter for the office, they will do weel not to let me, Duncan Galbraith of Garschattachin, hear them say saethats all. And therewith Duncan Galbraith martially cocked his hat, and placed it on one side of his head with an air of defiance. The brandy was probably the best recommendation of these complimentary toasts to the two Highlanders, who drank them without appearing anxious to comprehend their purport. They commenced a conversation with Mr. Galbraith in Gaelic, which he talked with perfect fluency, being, as I afterwards learned, a near neighbour to the Highlands. I kend that Scant-o-grace weel eneugh frae the very outset, said the Bailie, in a whisper to me; but when blude was warm, and swords were out at ony rate, wha kens what way he might hae thought o paying his debts? it will be lang or he does it in common form. But hes an honest lad, and has a warm heart too; he disna come often to the Cross o Glasgow, but mony a buck and blackcock he sends us doun frae the hills. And I can want my siller weel eneugh. My father the deacon had a great regard for the family of Garschattachin. Supper being now nearly ready, I looked round for Andrew Fairservice; but that trusty follower had not been seen by any one since the beginning of the rencontre. The hostess, however, said that she believed our servant had gone into the stable, and offered to light me to the place, saying that no entreaties of the bairns or hers could make him give any answer; and that truly she caredna to gang into the stable hersell at this hour. She was a lone woman, and it was weel kend how the Brownie of Ben-ye-gask guided the gudewife of Ardnagowan; and it was aye judged there was a Brownie in our stable, which was just what garrd me gie ower keeping an hostler. As, however, she lighted me towards the miserable hovel into which they had crammed our unlucky steeds, to regale themselves on hay, every fibre of which was as thick as an ordinary goose-quill, she plainly showed me that she had another reason for drawing me aside from the company than that which her words implied. Read that, she said, slipping a piece of paper into my hand as we arrived at the door of the shed; I bless God I am rid ot. Between sogers and Saxons, and caterans and cattle-lifters, and hership and bluidshed, an honest woman wad live quieter in hell than on the Highland line. |
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