Tammie bolted like a nine-year-old, never looking behind his tail; so, in

less than ten minutes, he returned, hauling along old Doctor Peelbox,

whom he had waukened out of his bed, in a camblet morning-gown, and a

pair of red slippers, by the lug and horn, at the very time I was trying

to quiet young Benjie, who was following me up and down the house, as I

was pacing to and fro in distraction, girning and whingeing for his

breakfast.

"Bad business, bad business; bless us, what is this?" said the old

Doctor, who was near-sighted, staring at Magneezhy's bloody face through

his silver spectacles--"what's the matter?"

The poor patient knew at once his master's tongue, and lifting up one of

his eyes, the other being stiff and barkened down, said in a melancholy

voice, "Ah, master, do you think I'll get better?"

Doctor Peelbox, old man as he was, started back as if he had been a

French dancing-master, or had stramped on a hot bar of iron. "Tom, Tom,

is this you? what, in the name of wonder, has done this?" Then feeling

his wrist--"but your pulse is quite good. Have you fallen, boy? Where

is the blood coming from?"

"Somewhere about the hairy scalp," answered Magneezhy, in their own queer

sort of lingo. "I doubt some artery's cut through!"

The Doctor immediately bade him lie quiet and hush, as he was getting a

needle and silken thread ready to sew it up; ordering me to have a basin

and water ready, to wash the poor lad's physog. I did so as hard as I

was able, though I was not sure about the blood just; old Doctor Peelbox

watching over my shoulder with a lighted penny candle in one hand, and

the needle and thread in the other, to see where the blood spouted from.

But we were as daft as wise; so he bade me take my big shears, and cut

out all the hair on the fore part of the head as bare as my loof; and

syne we washed, and better washed; so Magneezhy got the other eye up,

when the barkened blood was loosed; looking, though as pale as a clean

shirt, more frighted than hurt; until it became plain to us all, first to

the Doctor, syne to me, and syne to Tammie Bodkin, and last of all to

Magneezhy himself, that his skin was not so much as peeled. So we helped

him out of the bed, and blithe was I to see the lad standing on the

floor, without a hold, on his own feet.

I did my best to clean his neckcloth and shirt of the blood, making him

look as decentish as possible, considering circumstances; and lending

him, as the scripture commands, my tartan mantle to hide the infirmity of

his bloody trowsers and waistcoat. Home went he and his master together;

me standing at our close mouth, wishing them a good-morning, and blithe

to see their backs. Indeed, a condemned thief with the rope about his

neck, and the white cowl tied over his eyes, to say nothing of his hands

yerked together behind his back, and on the nick of being thrown over,

could not have been more thankful for a reprieve than I was, at the same

blessed moment. It was like Adam seeing the deil's rear marching out of

Paradise, if one may be allowed to think such a thing.

The whole business, tag-rag and bob-tail, soon, however, spunked out, and

was the town talk for more than one day.--But you'll hear.

At the first I pitied the poor lads, that I thought had fled for ever and

aye from their native country, to Bengal, Seringapatam, Copenhagen,

Botany Bay, or Jamaica, leaving behind them all their friends and old

Scotland, as they might never hear of the goodness of Providence in their

behalf. But wait a wee.

Would you believe it? As sure's death, the whole was but a wicked trick

played by that mischievous loon Blister and his cronies, upon one that

was a simple and soft-headed callant. De'il a hait was in the one pistol

but a pluff of powder; and in the other, a cartridge-paper, full of

blood, was rammed down upon the charge; the which, hitting Magneezhy on

the ee-bree, had caused a business that seemed to have put him out of

life, and nearly put me (though one of the volunteers) out of my seven

senses.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN--MANSIE WAUCH--HIS FIRST AND LAST PLAY

The time of Tammie Bodkin's apprenticeship being nearly worn through, it

behoved me, as a man attentive to business, and the interests of my

family, to cast my eyes around me in search of a callant to fill his

place; as it is customary in our trade for young men, when their time is

out, taking a year's journeymanship in Edinburgh, to perfect them in the

more intricate branches of the business, and learn the newest manner of

the French and London fashions, by cutting cloth for the young advocates,

the college students, the banking-house clerks, the half-pay ensigns, and

the rest of the principal tip-top bucks.

Having, though I say it myself, the word of being a canny maister, more

than one brought their callants to me, on reading the bill of "An

apprentice wanted," pasted on my shop-window.

Offering to bind them for the regular time, yet not wishing to take but

one, I thought best not to fix in a hurry, and make choice of him that

seemed more exactly cut out for my purpose. In the course of a few weeks

three or four cast up, among whom was a laddie of Ben Aits the

mealmonger, and a son of William Burlings the baker; to say little of the

callant of Saunders Broom the sweep, that would fain have put his

blackit-looking bit creature with the one eye and the wooden leg under my

wing; but I aye looked to respectability in these matters; so glad was I

when I got the offer of Mungo Glen.--But more of this in half a minute.

I must say I was glad of any feasible excuse to make to the sweep, to get

quit of him and his laddie, the father being a drucken ne'er-do-weel,

that I wonder did not fall long ere this time of day from some

chimney-head, and get his neck broken. So I told him at long and last,

when he came papping into my shop, plaguing me every time he passed, that

I had fitted myself; and that there would be no need of his taking the

trouble to call again. Upon which he gave his blacked nieve a desperate

thump on the counter, making the observation, that out of respect for him

I might have given his son the preference. Though I was a wee puzzled

for an answer, I said to him for want of a better, that having a timber

leg, he could not well creuk his hough to the shop-board for our trade.

"Hout, touts," said Saunders, giving his lips a smack--"Creuk his hough,

ye body you! Do you think his timber leg canna screw off?--That'll no

pass."

I was a little dumfoundered at this cleverness. So I said, more on my

guard--"True, true, Saunders, but he's ower little."

"Ower little, and be hanged to ye!" cried the disrespectful fellow,

wheeling about on his heel, as he grasped the sneck of the shop-door, and

gave a girn that showed the only clean parts of his body--to wit the

whites of his eyes, and his sharp teeth:--"Ower little!--Pu, pu!--He's

like the blackamoor's pig, then, Maister Wauch--he's like the

blackamoor's pig--he may be ver' leetle, but he be tam ould"; and with

this he showed his back, clapping the door at his tail without wishing a

good-day; and I am scarcely sorry when I confess, that I never cut cloth

for either father or son from that hour to this one, the losing of such a

customer being no great matter at best, and almost clear gain compared

with saddling myself with a callant with only one eye and one leg; the

one having fallen a victim to the dregs of the measles, and the other

having been harled off by a farmer's threshing-mill. However, I got

myself properly suited;--but ye shall hear.

Our neighbour Mrs Grassie, a widow woman, unco intimate with our wife,

and very attentive to Benjie when he had the chincough, had a far-away

cousin of the name of Glen, that held out among the howes of the

Lammermoor hills--a distant part of the country, ye observe. Auld Glen,

a decent-looking body of a creature, had come in with his sheltie about

some private matters of business--such as the buying of a horse, or

something to that effect, where he could best fall in with it, either at

our fair, or the Grassmarket, or suchlike; so he had up-pitting, free of

expense, from Mrs Grassie, on account of his relationship; Glen being

second cousin to Mrs Grassie's brother's wife, which is deceased. I

might, indeed, have mentioned, that our neighbour herself had been twice

married, and had the misery of seeing out both her gudemen; but such was

the will of fate, and she bore up with perfect resignation.

Having made a bit warm dinner ready, for she was a tidy body, and knew

what was what, she thought she could not do better than ask in a

reputable neighbour to help her friend to eat it, and take a cheerer with

him; as, maybe, being a stranger here, he would not like to use the

freedom of drinking by himself--a custom which is at the best an unsocial

one--especially with none but women-folk near him; so she did me the

honour to make choice of me--though I say it, who should not say it;--and

when we got our jug filled for the second time, and began to grow better

acquainted, ye would really wonder to see how we became merry, and

cracked away just like two pen-guns. I asked him, ye see, about sheep

and cows, and corn and hay, and ploughing and threshing, and horses and

carts, and fallow land, and lambing-time, and har'st, and making cheese

and butter, and selling eggs, and curing the sturdie, and the snifters,

and the batts, and such like;--and he, in his turn, made enquiry

regarding broad and narrow cloth, Kilmarnock cowls, worsted comforters,

Shetland hose, mittens, leather-caps, stuffing and padding, metal and

mule buttons, thorls, pocket-linings, serge, twist, buckram, shaping and

sewing, back-splaying, cloth-runds, goosing the labroad, botkins, black

thread, patent shears, measuring, and all the other particulars belonging

to our trade, which he said, at long and last after we had joked

together, was a power better one than the farming line.

"Ye should make your son ane, then," said I, "if ye think so. Have ye

any bairns?"

"Ye've hit the nail on the head.--'Od, man, if ye wasna so far away, I

would bind our auldest callant to yoursell, I'm sae weel pleased wi' your

gentlemanly manners. But I'm speaking havers."

"Havers here or havers there, what," said I, "is to prevent ye boarding

him, at a cheap rate, either with our friend Mrs Grassie, or with the

wife? Either of the two would be a sort of mother to him."

'"Deed I daur say would they," answered Maister Glen, stroking his chin,

which was gey rough, and had not got a clean since Sunday, having had

four days of sheer growth--our meeting, you will observe by this, being

on the Thursday afternoon--"'Deed would they.--'Od, I maun speak to the

mistress about it."

On the head of this we had another jug, three being cannie, after which

we were both a wee tozy-mozy; and I daresay Mrs Grassie saw plainly that

we were getting into a state where we would not easily make a halt; so,

without letting on, she brought in the tea-things before us, and showed

us a playbill, to tell us that a company of strolling playactors had come

in a body in the morning, with a whole cartful of scenery and grand

dresses; and were to make an exhibition at seven o'clock, at the ransom

of a shilling a-head, in Laird Wheatley's barn.

Many a time and often had I heard of playacting; and of players making

themselves kings and queens, and saying a great many wonderful things;

but I had never before an opportunity of making myself a witness to the

truth of these hearsays. So Maister Glen, being as full of nonsense, and

as fain to have his curiosity gratified as myself, we took upon us the

stout resolution to go out together, he offering to treat me; and I

determined to run the risk of Maister Wiggie, our minister's rebuke, for

the transgression, hoping it would make no lasting impression on his

mind, being for the first and only time. Folks should not on all

occasions be over scrupulous.

After paying our money at the door, never, while I live and breathe, will

I forget what we saw and heard that night; it just looks to me, by all

the world, when I think on it, like a fairy dream. The place was crowded

to the full; Maister Glen and me having nearly got our ribs dung in

before we found a seat, the folks behind being obliged to mount the back

benches to get a sight. Right to the forehand of us was a large green

curtain, some five or six ells wide, a good deal the worse of the wear,

having seen service through two-three summers; and, just in the front of

it, were eight or ten penny candles stuck in a board fastened to the

ground, to let us see the players' feet like, when they came on the

stage--and even before they came on the stage--for the curtain being

scrimpit in length, we saw legs and sandals moving behind the scenes very

neatly; while two blind fiddlers they had brought with them played the

bonniest ye ever heard. 'Od, the very music was worth a sixpence of

itself.

The place, as I said before, was choke-full, just to excess; so that one

could scarcely breathe. Indeed, I never saw any part so crowded, not

even at a tent preaching, when the Rev. Mr Roarer was giving his

discourses on the building of Solomon's Temple. We were obligated to

have the windows opened for a mouthful of fresh air, the barn being as

close as a baker's oven, my neighbour and me fanning our red faces with

our hats, to keep us cool; and, though all were half stewed, we certainly

had the worst of it, the toddy we had taken having fermented the blood of

our bodies into a perfect fever.

Just at the time that the two blind fiddlers were playing the Downfall of

Paris, a handbell rang, and up goes the green curtain; being hauled to

the ceiling, as I observed with the tail of my eye, by a birkie at the

side, that had hold of a rope. So, on the music stopping, and all

becoming as still as that you might have heard a pin fall, in comes a

decent old gentleman at his leisure, well powdered, with an old-fashioned

coat on, waistcoat with flap-pockets, brown breeches with buckles at the

knees, and silk stockings with red gushats on a blue ground. I never saw

a man in such distress; he stamped about, and better stamped about,

dadding the end of his staff on the ground, and imploring all the powers

of heaven and earth to help him to find out his runaway daughter, that

had decamped with some ne'er-do-weel loon of a half-pay captain, that

keppit her in his arms from her bedroom-window, up two pair of stairs.

Every father and head of a family must have felt for a man in his

situation, thus to be robbed of his dear bairn, and an only daughter too,

as he told us over and over again, as the salt, salt tears ran gushing

down his withered face, and he aye blew his nose on his clean calendered

pocket-napkin. But, ye know the thing was absurd to suppose that we

should know, any inkling about the matter, having never seen him or his

daughter between the een before, and not kenning them by headmark; so,

though we sympathized with him, as folks ought to do with a

fellow-creature in affliction, we thought it best to hold our tongues, to

see what might cast up better than he expected. So out he went stumping

at the other side, determined, he said, to find them out, though he

should follow them to the world's end, Johnny Groat's House, or something

to that effect.

Hardly was his back turned, and almost before he could cry Jack Robison,

in comes the birkie and the very young lady the old gentleman described,

arm-and-arm together, smoodging and laughing like daft. Dog on it! it

was a shameless piece of business. As true as death, before all the

crowd of folk, he put his arm round her waist, and called her his

sweetheart, and love, and dearie, and darling, and everything that is

fine. If they had been courting in a close together on a Friday night,

they could not have said more to one another, or gone greater lengths. I

thought such shame to be an eye-witness to sic ongoings, that I was

obliged at last to hold up my hat before my face, and look down; though,

for all that, the young lad, to be such a blackguard as his conduct

showed, was well enough faured, and had a good coat to his back with

double gilt buttons and fashionable lapells, to say little of a very

well-made pair of buckskins, a thought the worse of the wear to be sure,

but which, if they had been well cleaned, would have looked almost as

good as new. How they had come we never could learn, as we neither saw

chaise nor gig; but, from his having spurs on his boots, it is more than

likely that they had lighted at the back-door of the barn from a horse,

she riding on a pad behind him, maybe, with her hand round his waist.

The father looked to be a rich old bool, both from his manner of

speaking, and the rewards he seemed to offer for the apprehension of his

daughter; but to be sure, when so many of us were present that had an

equal right to the spuilzie, it would not be a great deal a thousand

pounds, when divided, still it was worth the looking after; so we just

bidit a wee.

Things were brought to a bearing, howsoever, sooner than either

themselves, I daresay, or anybody else present, seemed to have the least

glimpse of; for, just in the middle of their fine goings-on, the sound of

a coming foot was heard, and the lassie, taking guilt to her, cried out,

"Hide me, hide me, for the sake of goodness, for yonder comes my old

father!"

No sooner said than done. In he stappit her into a closet; and, after

shutting the door on her, he sat down upon a chair, pretending to be

asleep in the twinkling of a walking-stick. The old father came bouncing

in, and seeing the fellow as sound as a top, he ran forward and gave him

such a shake as if he would have shooken him all sundry; which soon made

him open his eyes as fast as he had steeked them. After blackguarding

the chield at no allowance, cursing him up hill and down dale, and

calling him every name but a gentleman, he held his staff over his crown,

and gripping him by the cuff of the neck, asked him, in a fierce tone,

what he had made of his daughter. Never since I was born did I ever see

such brazenfaced impudence! The rascal had the brass to say at once,

that he had not seen word or wittens of the lassie for a month, though

more than a hundred folk sitting in his company had beheld him dauting

her with his arm round her jimpy waist, not five minutes before. As a

man, as a father, as an elder of our kirk, my corruption was raised, for

I aye hated lying as a poor cowardly sin, and an inbreak on the ten

commandments; and I found my neighbour, Mr Glen, fidgeting on the seat as

well as me; so I thought, that whoever spoke first would have the best

right to be entitled to the reward; whereupon, just as he was in the act

of rising up, I took the word out of his mouth, saying, "Dinna believe

him, auld gentleman--dinna believe him, friend; he's telling a parcel of

lees. Never saw her for a month! It's no worth arguing, or calling

witnesses; just open that press-door, and ye'll see whether I'm speaking

truth or not!"

The old man stared, and looked dumfoundered; and the young one, instead

of running forward with his double nieves to strike me, the only thing I

was feared for, began a-laughing, as if I had done him a good turn. But

never since I had a being, did I ever witness such an uproar and noise as

immediately took place. The whole house was so glad that the scoundrel

had been exposed, that they set up siccan a roar of laughter, and thumped

away at siccan a rate at the boards with their feet, that at long and

last, with pushing and fidgeting, clapping their hands, and holding their

sides, down fell the place they call the gallery; all the folk in't being

hurl'd topsy-turvy, head foremost among the saw-dust on the floor below;

their guffawing soon being turned to howling, each one crying louder than

another at the top note of their voices, "Murder! murder! hold off me;

murder! my ribs are in; murder! I'm killed--I'm speechless!" and other

lamentations to that effect; so that a rush to the door took place, in

the which every thing was overturned--the door-keeper being wheeled away

like wildfire--the furms stramped to pieces--the lights knocked out--and

the two blind fiddlers dung head-foremost over the stage, the bass fiddle

cracking like thunder at every bruise. Such tearing, and swearing, and

tumbling, and squealing, was never witnessed in the memory of man since

the building of Babel: legs being likely to be broken, sides staved in,

eyes knocked out, and lives lost--there being only one door, and that a

small one; so that, when we had been carried off our feet that length, my

wind was fairly gone, and a sick dwalm came over me, lights of all manner

of colours, red, blue, green, and orange, dancing before me, that

entirely deprived me of common sense; till, on opening my eyes in the

dark, I found myself leaning with my broadside against the wall on the

opposite side of the close. It was some time before I minded what had

happened; so dreading skaith, I found first the one arm, and then the

other, to see if they were broken--syne my head--and finally both of my

legs; but all as well as I could discover, was skin-whole and scart-free.

On perceiving this, my joy was without bounds, having a great notion that

I had been killed on the spot. So I reached round my hand, very

thankfully, to take out my pocket-napkin, to give my brow a wipe, when

lo, and behold! the tail of my Sunday's coat was fairly off and away,

docked by the hainch buttons.

So much for plays and playactors--the first and last, I trust in grace,

that I shall ever see. But indeed I could expect no better, after the

warning that Maister Wiggie had more than once given us from the pulpit

on the subject. Instead, therefore, of getting my grand reward for

finding the old man's daughter, the whole covey of them, no better than a

set of swindlers, took leg-bail, and made that very night a moonlight

flitting; and Johnny Hammer, honest man, that had wrought from sunrise to

sunset for two days, fitting up their place by contract, instead of being

well paid for his trouble as he deserved, got nothing left him but a

ruckle of his own good deals, all dung to shivers.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN--MANSIE'S BARLEY-FEVER: AND THE REBUKE

On the morning after the business of the playhouse had happened, I had to

take my breakfast in my bed, a thing very uncommon to me, being generally

up by cock-craw, except on Sunday mornings whiles, when each one,

according to the bidding of the Fourth Commandment, has a license to do

as he likes; having a desperate sore head, and a squeamishness at the

stomach, occasioned, I jealouse in a great measure, from what Mr Glen and

me had discussed at Widow Grassie's, in the shape of warm toddy, over our

cracks concerning what is called the agricultural and manufacturing

interests. So our wife, poor body, put a thimbleful of brandy, Thomas

Mixem's real, into my first cup of tea, which had a wonderful virtue in

putting all things to rights; so that I was up and had shaped a pair of

lady's corsets, an article in which I sometimes dealt, before ten

o'clock, though, the morning being rather cold, I did not dispense with

my Kilmarnock.

At eleven in the forenoon, or thereabouts, maybe five minutes before or

after, but no matter, in comes my crony Maister Glen, rather dazed-like

about the een; and with a large piece of white sticking-plaister, about

half a nail wide, across one of his cheeks, and over the bridge of his

nose; giving him a wauf, outlandish, and rather blackguard sort of

appearance; so that I was a thought uneasy at what neighbours might

surmise concerning our intimacy; but the honest man accounted for the

thing in a very feasible manner, from the falling down on that side of

his head of one of the brass candlesticks, while he was lying on his

broadside before one of the furms in the stramash.

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