MR ADAMSON OF LAVERHOPE.
One of those events that have made the deepest impression on the
shepherds' minds for a century bygone, seems to have been the fate of
Mr Adamson, who was tenant in Laverhope for the space of twenty-seven
years. It stands in their calendar as an era from which to date summer
floods, water spouts, hail and thunder-storms, &c.; and appears from
tradition to have been attended with some awful circumstances,
expressive of divine vengeance. This Adamson is represented, as having
been a man of an ungovernable temper--of irritability so extreme, that
no person could be for a moment certain to what excesses he might be
hurried. He was otherwise accounted a good and upright man, and a
sincere Christian; but in these outbreakings of temper he often
committed acts of cruelty and injustice, for which any good man ought
to have been ashamed. Among other qualities, he had an obliging
disposition, there being few to whom a poor man would sooner have
applied in a strait. Accordingly, he had been in the habit of
assisting a less wealthy neighbour of his with a little credit for
many years. This man's name was Irvine, and though he had a number of
rich relations, he was never out of difficulties. Adamson, from some
whim or caprice, sued this poor farmer for a few hundred merks, taking
legal steps against him, even to the very last measures short of
poinding and imprisonment. Irvine paid little attention to this,
taking it for granted that his neighbour took these steps only for the
purpose of inducing his debtor's friends to come forward and support
him.
It happened one day about this period, that a thoughtless boy,
belonging to Irvine's farm, hunted Adamson's cattle in a way that gave
great offence to their owner, on which the two farmers differed, and
some hard words passed between them. The next day Irvine was seized
and thrown into jail; and shortly after, his effects were poinded, and
sold by auction for ready money. They were consequently thrown away,
as the neighbours, not having been forewarned, were wholly unprovided
with ready money, and unable to purchase at any price. Mrs Irvine came
to the enraged creditor with a child in her arms, and implored him to
put off the sale for a month, that she might try what could be done
amongst her friends to prevent a wreck so irretrievable. He was at
one time on the very point of yielding; but some bitter recollections
coming over his mind at the moment, stimulated his spleen against her
husband, and he resolved that the sale should go on. William Carruders
of Grindiston heard the following dialogue between them; and he said
that his heart almost trembled within him; for Mrs Irvine was a
violent woman, and her eloquence did more harm than good.
"Are ye really gaun to act the part of a devil, the day, Mr Adamson,
and turn me and thae bairns out to the bare high-road, helpless as we
are? Oh, man, if your bowels binna seared in hell-fire already, take
some compassion; for an ye dinna, they _will_ be seared afore baith
men and angels yet, till that hard and cruel heart o' yours be nealed
to an izle."
"I'm gaun to act nae part of a devil, Mrs Irvine; I'm only gaun to
take my ain in the only way I can get it. I'm no baith gaun to tine my
siller, and hae my beasts abused into the bargain."
"Ye sall neither lose plack nor bawbee o' your siller, man, if ye will
gie me but a month to make a shift for it--I swear to you, ye sall
neither lose, nor rue the deed. But if ye winna grant me that wee wee
while, when the bread of a haill family depends on it, ye're waur than
ony deil that's yammering and cursing i' the bottomless pit."
"Keep your ravings to yoursell, Mrs Irvine, for I hae made up my mind
what I'm to do; and I'll do it; sae it's needless for ye to pit
yoursell into a bleeze; for the surest promisers are aye the slackest
payers. It isna likely that your bad language will gar me alter my
purpose."
"If that _be_ your purpose, Mr Adamson, and if you put that purpose in
execution, I wadna change conditions wi' you the day for ten thousand
times a' the gear ye are worth. Ye're gaun to do the thing that ye'll
repent only aince--for a' the time that ye hae to exist baith in this
world and the neist, and that's a lang lang look forrit and ayond. Ye
have assisted a poor honest family for the purpose of taking them at a
disadvantage, and crushing them to beggars; and when ane thinks o'
that, what a heart you must hae! Ye hae first put my poor man in
prison, a place where he little thought, and less deserved, ever to
be; and now ye are reaving his sackless family out o' their last bit
o' bread. Look at this bit bonny innocent thing in my arms, how it is
smiling on ye! Look at a' the rest standing leaning against the wa's,
ilka ane wi' his een fixed on you by way o' imploring your pity! If ye
reject thae looks, ye'll see them again in some trying moments, that
will bring this ane back to your mind; ye will see them i' your
dreams; ye will see them on your death-bed, and ye will _think_ ye
see them gleaming on ye through the reek o' hell,--but it winna be
them."
"Haud your tongue, woman, for ye make me feared to hear ye."
"Ay, but better be feared in time, than torfelled for ever! Better
conquess your bad humour for aince, than be conquessed for it through
sae mony lang ages. Ye pretend to be a religious man, Mr Adamson, and
a great deal mair sae than your neighbours--do you think that religion
teaches you acts o' cruelty like this? Will ye hae the face to kneel
afore your Maker the night, and pray for a blessing on you and yours,
and that He will forgive you your debts as you forgive your debtors? I
hae nae doubt but ye will. But aih! how sic an appeal will heap the
coals o' divine vengeance on your head, and tighten the belts o'
burning yettlin ower your hard heart! Come forrit, bairns, and speak
for yoursells, ilk ane o' ye."
"O, Maister Adamson, ye maunna turn my father and mother out o' their
house and their farm; or what think ye is to come o' us?" said Thomas.
No consideration, however, was strong enough to turn Adamson from his
purpose. The sale went on; and still, on the calling off of every
favourite animal, Mrs Irvine renewed her anathemas.
"Gentlemen, this is the mistress's favourite cow, and gives thirteen
pints of milk every day. She is valued in my roup-roll at fifteen
pounds; but we shall begin her at ten. Does any body say ten pounds
for this excellent cow? ten pounds--ten pounds? Nobody says ten
pounds? Gentlemen, this is extraordinary! Money is surely a scarce
article here to-day. Well, then, does any gentleman say five pounds to
begin this excellent cow that gives twelve pints of milk daily? Five
pounds--only five pounds!--Nobody bids five pounds? Well, the stock
must positively be sold without reserve. Ten shillings for the
cow--ten shillings--ten shillings--Will nobody bid ten shillings to
set the sale a-going?"
"I'll gie five-and-twenty shillings for her," cried Adamson.
"Thank you, sir. One pound five--one pound five, and just a-going.
Once--twice--_thrice_. Mr Adamson, one pound five."
Mrs Irvine came forward, drowned in tears, with the babe in her arms,
and patting the cow, she said, "Ah, poor lady Bell, this is my last
sight o' you, and the last time I'll clap your honest side! And hae we
really been deprived o' your support for the miserable sum o'
five-and-twenty shillings?--my curse light on the head o' him that has
done it! In the name of my destitute bairns I curse him; and does he
think that a mother's curse will sink fizzenless to the ground? Na,
na! I see an ee that's looking down here in pity and in anger; and I
see a hand that's gathering the bolts o' Heaven thegither, for some
purpose that I could divine, but daurna utter. But that hand is
unerring, and where it throws the bolt, there it will strike.
Fareweel, poor beast! ye hae supplied us wi' mony a meal, but ye will
never supply us wi' another."
This sale at Kirkheugh was on the 11th of July. On the day following,
Mr Adamson went up to the folds in the hope, to shear his sheep, with
no fewer than twenty-five attendants, consisting of all his own
servants and cottars, and about as many neighbouring shepherds whom he
had collected; it being customary for the farmers to assist one
another reciprocally on these occasions. Adamson continued more than
usually capricious and unreasonable all that forenoon. He was
discontented with himself; and when a man is ill pleased with himself,
he is seldom well pleased with others. He seemed altogether left to
the influences of the Wicked One, running about in a rage, finding
fault with every thing, and every person, and at times cursing
bitterly, a practice to which he was not addicted; so that the
sheep-shearing, that used to be a scene of hilarity among so many
young and old shepherds, lads, lasses, wives, and callants, was that
day turned into one of gloom and dissatisfaction.
After a number of other provoking outrages, Adamson at length, with
the buisting-iron which he held in his hand, struck a dog belonging
to one of his own shepherd boys, till the poor animal fell senseless
on the ground, and lay sprawling as in the last extremity. This
brought matters to a point which threatened nothing but anarchy and
confusion; for every shepherd's blood boiled with indignation, and
each almost wished in his heart that the dog had been his own, that he
might have retaliated on the tyrant. At the time the blow was struck,
the boy was tending one of the fold-doors, and perceiving the plight
of his faithful animal, he ran to its assistance, lifted it in his
arms, and holding it up to recover its breath, he wept and lamented
over it most piteously. "My poor little Nimble!" he cried; "I am
feared that mad body has killed ye, and then what am I to do wanting
ye? I wad ten times rather he had strucken mysell!"
He had scarce said the words ere his master caught him by the hair of
the head with the one hand, and began to drag him about, while with
the other he struck him most unmercifully. When the boy left the
fold-door, the unshorn sheep broke out, and got away to the hill among
the lambs and the clippies; and the farmer being in one of his "mad
tantrums," as the servants called them, the mischance had almost put
him beside himself; and that boy, or man either, is in a ticklish case
who is in the hands of an enraged person far above him in strength.
The sheep-shearers paused, and the girls screamed, when they saw their
master lay hold of the boy. But Robert Johnston, a shepherd from an
adjoining farm, flung the sheep from his knee, made the shears ring
against the fold-dike, and in an instant had the farmer by both
wrists, and these he held with such a grasp, that he took the power
out of his arms; for Johnston was as far above the farmer in might, as
the latter was above the boy.
"Mr Adamson, what are ye about?" he cried; "hae ye tint your reason
a'thegither, that ye are gaun on rampauging like a madman that gate?
Ye hae done the thing, sir, in your ill-timed rage, that ye ought to
be ashamed of baith afore God and man."
"Are ye for fighting, Rob Johnston?" said the farmer, struggling to
free himself. "Do ye want to hae a fight, lad? Because if ye do, I'll
maybe gie you enough o' that."
"Na, sir, I dinna want to fight; but I winna let you fight either,
unless wi' ane that's your equal; sae gie ower spraughling, and stand
still till I speak to ye; for au ye winna stand to hear reason, I'll
gar ye lie till ye hear it. Do ye consider what ye hae been doing even
now? Do ye consider that ye hae been striking a poor orphan callant,
wha has neither father nor mother to protect him, or to right his
wrangs? and a' for naething, but a bit start o' natural affection? How
wad ye like sir, an ony body were to guide a bairn o' yours that
gate? and ye as little ken what they are to come to afore their
deaths, as that boy's parents did when they were rearing and fondling
ower him. Fie for shame, Mr Adamson! fie for shame! Ye first strak his
poor dumb brute, which was a greater sin than the tither, for it didna
ken what ye were striking it for; and then, because the callant ran to
assist the only creature he has on the earth, and I'm feared the only
true and faithfu' friend beside, ye claught him by the hair o' the
head, and fell to the dadding him as he war your slave! Od, sir, my
blood rises at sic an act o' cruelty and injustice; and gin I thought
ye worth my while, I wad tan ye like a pellet for it."
The farmer struggled and fought so viciously, that Johnston was
obliged to throw him down twice over, somewhat roughly, and hold him
by main force. But on laying him down the second time, Johnston said,
"Now, sir, I just tell ye, that ye deserve to hae your banes weel
throoshen; but ye're nae match for me, and I'll scorn to lay a tip on
ye. I'll leave ye to Him who has declared himself the stay and shield
of the orphan; and gin some visible testimony o' his displeasure dinna
come ower ye for the abusing of his ward, I am right sair mista'en."
Adamson, finding himself fairly mastered, and that no one seemed
disposed to take his part, was obliged to give in, and went sullenly
away to tend the hirsel that stood beside the fold. In the meantime
the sheep-shearing went on as before, with a little more of hilarity
and glee. It is the business of the lasses to take the ewes, and carry
them from the fold to the clippers; and now might be seen every young
shepherd's sweetheart, or favourite, waiting beside him, helping him
to clip, or holding the ewes by the hind legs to make them lie easy, a
great matter for the furtherance of the operator. Others again, who
thought themselves slighted, or loved a joke, would continue to act in
a different manner, and plague the youths by bringing them such sheep
as it was next to impossible to clip.
"Aih, Jock lad, I hae brought you a grand ane this time! Ye will clank
the shears ower her, and be the first done o' them a'!"
"My truly, Jessy, but ye hae gi'en me ane! I declare the beast is woo
to the cloots and the een holes; and afore I get the fleece broken up,
the rest will be done. Ah, Jessy, Jessy! ye're working for a mischief
the day; and ye'll maybe get it."
"She's a braw sonsie sheep, Jock. I ken ye like to hae your arms weel
filled. She'll amaist fill them as weel as Tibby Tod."
"There's for it now! there's for it! What care I for Tibby Tod, dame?
Ye are the most jealous elf, Jessy, that ever drew coat ower head. But
wha was't that sat half a night at the side of a grey stane wi' a
crazy cooper? And wha was't that gae the poor precentor the whiskings,
and reduced a' his sharps to downright flats? An ye cast up Tibby Tod
ony mair to me, I'll tell something that will gar thae wild een reel
i' your head, Mistress Jessy."
"Wow, Jock, but I'm unco wae for ye now. Poor fellow! It's really very
hard usage! If ye canna clip the ewe, man, gie me her, and I'll tak
her to anither; for I canna bide to see ye sae sair put about. I winna
bring ye anither Tibby Tod the day, take my word on it. The neist
shall be a real May Henderson o' Firthhope-cleuch--ane, ye ken, wi'
lang legs, and a good lamb at her fit."
"Gudesake, lassie, haud your tongue, and dinna affront baith yoursell
and me. Ye are fit to gar ane's cheek burn to the bane. I'm fairly
quashed, and daurna say anither word. Let us therefore hae let-a-be
for let-a-be, which is good bairns's greement, till after the close o'
the day sky; and then I'll tell ye my mind."
"Ay, but whilk o' your minds will ye tell me, Jock? For ye will be in
five or six different anes afore that time. Ane, to ken your mind, wad
need to be tauld it every hour o' the day, and then cast up the
account at the year's end. But how wad she settle it then, Jock? I
fancy she wad hae to multiply ilk year's minds by dozens, and divide
by four, and then we a' ken what wad be the quotient."
"Aih wow, sirs! heard ever ony o' ye the like o' that? For three
things the sheep-fauld is disquieted, and there are four which it
cannot bear."
"And what are they, Jock?"
"A witty wench, a woughing dog, a waukit-woo'd wedder, and a pair o'
shambling shears."
After this manner did the gleesome chat go on, now that the surly
goodman had withdrawn from the scene. But this was but one couple;
every pair being engaged according to their biasses, and after their
kind--some settling the knotty points of divinity; others telling
auld-warld stories about persecutions, forays, and fairy raids; and
some whispering, in half sentences, the soft breathings of pastoral
love.
But the farmer's bad humour, in the meanwhile was only smothered, not
extinguished; and, like a flame that is kept down by an overpowering
weight of fuel, wanted but a breath to rekindle it; or like a barrel
of gunpowder, that the smallest spark will set in a blaze. That spark
unfortunately fell upon it too soon. It came in the form of an old
beggar, ycleped Patie Maxwell, a well-known, and generally a welcome
guest, over all that district. He came to the folds for his annual
present of a fleece of wool, which had never before been denied him;
and the farmer being the first person he came to, he approached him,
as in respect bound, accosting him in his wonted obsequious way.
"Weel, gudeman, how's a' wi' ye the day?"--(No answer.)--"This will be
a thrang day w'ye? How are ye getting on wi' the clipping?"
"Nae the better o' you, or the like o' you. Gang away back the gate ye
came. What are ye coming doiting up through amang the sheep that gate
for, putting them a' tersyversy?"
"Tut, gudeman, what does the sheep mind an auld creeping body like me?
I hae done nae ill to your pickle sheep; and as for ganging back the
road I cam, I'll do that whan I like, and no till than."
"But I'll make you blithe to turn back, auld vagabond! Do ye imagine
I'm gaun to hae a' my clippers and grippers, buisters and binders,
laid half idle, gaffing and giggling wi' you?"
"Why, then, speak like a reasonable man, and a courteous Christian, as
ye used to do, and I'se crack wi' yoursell, and no gang near them."
"I'll keep my Christian cracks for others than auld Papist dogs, I
trow."
"Wha do ye ca' auld Papist dogs, Mr Adamson?--Wha is it that ye mean
to denominate by that fine-sounding title?"
"Just you, and the like o' ye, Pate. It is weel kenn'd that ye are as
rank a Papist as ever kissed a crosier, and that ye were out in the
very fore-end o' the unnatural Rebellion, in order to subvert our
religion, and place a Popish tyrant on the throne. It is a shame for a
Protestant parish like this to support ye, and gie you as liberal
awmosses as ye were a Christian saint. For me, I can tell you, ye'll
get nae mae at my hand; nor nae rebel Papist loun amang ye."
"Dear sir, ye're surely no yoursell the day? Ye hae kenn'd I professed
the Catholic religion these thretty years--it was the faith I was
brought up in, and that in which I shall dee; and ye kenn'd a' that
time that I was out in the Forty-Five wi' Prince Charles, and yet ye
never made mention o' the facts, nor refused me my awmos, till the
day. But as I hae been obliged t'ye, I'll haud my tongue; only, I wad
advise ye as a friend, whenever ye hae occasion to speak of ony
community of brother Christians, that ye will in future hardly make
use o' siccan harsh terms. Or, if ye will do't, tak care wha ye use
them afore, and let it no be to the face o' an auld veteran."
"What, ye auld profane wafer-eater, and worshipper of graven images,
dare ye heave your pikit kent at me?"
"I hae heaved baith sword and spear against mony a better man; and, in
the cause o' my religion, I'll do it again."
He was proceeding, but Adamson's choler rising to an ungovernable
height, he drew a race, and, running against the gaberlunzie with his
whole force, made him fly heels-over-head down the hill. The old man's
bonnet flew off, his meal-pocks were scattered about, and his mantle,
with two or three small fleeces of wool in it, rolled down into the
burn.
The servants observed what had been done, and one elderly shepherd
said, "In troth, sirs, our master is no himsell the day. He maun
really be looked to. It appears to me, that sin' he roupit out yon
poor family yesterday, the Lord has ta'en his guiding arm frae about
him. Rob Johnston, ye'll be obliged to rin to the assistance of the
auld man."
"I'll trust the auld Jacobite for another shake wi' him yet," said
Rob, "afore I steer my fit; for it strikes me, if he hadna been ta'en
unawares, he wad hardly hae been sae easily coupit."
The gaberlunzie was considerably astounded and stupified when he first
got up his head; but finding all his bones whole, and his old frame
disencumbered of every superfluous load, he sprung to his feet, shook
his grey burly locks, and cursed the aggressor in the name of the Holy
Trinity, the Mother of our Lord, and all the blessed Saints above.
Then approaching him with his cudgel heaved, he warned him to be on
his guard, or make out of his reach, else he would send him to
eternity in the twinkling of an eye. The farmer held up his staff
across, to defend his head against the descent of old Patie's piked
kent, and, at the same time, made a break in, with intent to close
with his assailant; but, in so doing, he held down his head for a
moment, on which the gaberlunzie made a swing to one side, and lent
Adamson such a blow over the neck, or back part of the head, that he
fell violently on his face, after running two or three steps
precipitately forward. The beggar, whose eyes gleamed with wild fury,
while his grey locks floated over them like a winter cloud over two
meteors of the night, was about to follow up his blow with another
more efficient one on his prostrate foe; but the farmer, perceiving
these unequivocal symptoms of danger, wisely judged that there was no
time to lose in providing for his own safety, and, rolling himself
rapidly two or three times over, he got to his feet, and made his
escape, though not before Patie had hit him what he called "a stiff
lounder across the rumple."
The farmer fled along the brae, and the gaberlunzie pursued, while the
people at the fold were convulsed with laughter. The scene was highly
picturesque, for the beggar could run none, and still the faster that
he essayed to run, he made the less speed. But ever and anon he stood
still, and cursed Adamson in the name of one or other of the Saints or
Apostles, brandishing his cudgel, and stamping with his foot. The
other, keeping still at a small distance, pretended to laugh at him,
and at the same time uttered such bitter abuse against the Papists in
general, and old Patie in particular, that, after the latter had
cursed himself into a proper pitch of indignation, he always broke at
him again, making vain efforts to reach him one more blow. At length,
after chasing him by these starts about half a mile, the beggar
returned, gathered up the scattered implements and fruits of his
occupation, and came to the fold to the busy group.
Patie's general character was that of a patient, jocular, sarcastic
old man, whom people liked, but dared not much to contradict; but that
day his manner and mien had become so much altered, in consequence of
the altercation and conflict which had just taken place, that the
people were almost frightened to look at him; and as for social
converse, there was none to be had with him. His countenance was grim,
haughty, and had something Satanic in its lines and deep wrinkles; and
ever and anon, as he stood leaning against the fold, he uttered a kind
of hollow growl, with a broken interrupted sound, like a war-horse
neighing in his sleep, and then muttered curses on the farmer.
The old shepherd before-mentioned, ventured, at length, to caution him
against such profanity, saying, "Dear Patie, man, dinna sin away your
soul, venting siccan curses as these. They will a' turn back on your
ain head; for what harm can the curses of a poor sinfu' worm do to our
master?"
"My curse, sir, has blasted the hopes of better men than either you or
him," said the gaberlunzie, in an earthquake voice, and shivering with
vehemence as he spoke. "Ye may think the like o' me can hae nae power
wi' Heaven; but an I hae power wi' hell, it is sufficient to cow ony
that's here. I sanna brag what effect my curse will have, but I shall
say this, that either your master, or ony o' his men, had as good have
auld Patie Maxwell's blessing as his curse ony time, Jacobite and
Roman Catholic though he be."
It now became necessary to bring into the fold the sheep that the
farmer was tending; and they were the last hirsel that was to shear
that day. The farmer's face was reddened with ill-nature; but yet he
now appeared to be somewhat humbled, by reflecting on the ridiculous
figure he had made. Patie sat on the top of the fold-dike, and from
the bold and hardy asseverations that he made, he seemed disposed to
provoke a dispute with any one present who chose to take up the
cudgels. While the shepherds, under fire of the gaberlunzie's bitter
speeches, were sharping their shears, a thick black cloud began to
rear itself over the height to the southward, the front of which
seemed to be boiling--both its outsides rolling rapidly forward, and
again wheeling in toward the centre. I have heard old Robin Johnston,
the stout young man mentioned above, but who was a very old man when I
knew him, describe the appearance of the cloud as greatly resembling a
whirlpool made by the eddy of a rapid tide, or flooded river; and he
declared, to his dying day, that he never saw aught in nature have a
more ominous appearance. The gaberlunzie was the first to notice it,
and drew the attention of the rest towards that point of the heavens
by the following singular and profane remark:--"Aha, lads! see what's
coming yonder. Yonder's Patie Maxwell's curse coming rowing and
reeling on ye already; and what will ye say an the curse of God be
coming backing it?"
"Gudesake, haud your tongue, ye profane body; ye mak me feared to hear
ye," said one.--"It's a strange delusion to think that a Papish can
hae ony influence wi' the Almighty, either to bring down his blessing
or his curse."
"Ye speak ye ken nae what, man," answered Pate; "ye hae learned some
rhames frae your poor cauldrife Protestant Whigs about Papists, and
Antichrist, and children of perdition; yet it is plain that ye haena
ae spark o' the life or power o' religion in your whole frame, and
dinna ken either what's truth or what's falsehood.--Ah! yonder it is
coming, grim and gurly! Now I hae called for it, and it is coming,
let me see if a' the Protestants that are of ye can order it back, or
pray it away again! Down on your knees, ye dogs, and set your mou's up
against it, like as many spiritual cannon, and let me see if you have
influence to turn aside ane o' the hailstanes that the deils are
playing at chucks wi' in yon dark chamber!"
"I wadna wonder if our clipping were cuttit short," said one.
"Na, but I wadna wonder if something else were cuttit short," said
Patie; "What will ye say an some o' your weazons be cuttit short?
Hurraw! yonder it comes! Now, there will be sic a hurly-burly in
Laverhope as never was sin' the creation o' man!"
The folds of Laverhope were situated on a gently sloping plain, in
what is called "the forkings of a burn." Laver-burn runs to the
eastward, and Widehope-burn runs north, meeting the other at a right
angle, a little below the folds. It was around the head of this
Widehope that the cloud first made its appearance, and there its
vortex seemed to be impending. It descended lower and lower, with
uncommon celerity, for the elements were in a turmoil. The cloud laid
first hold of one height, then of another, till at length it closed
over and around the pastoral group, and the dark hope had the
appearance of a huge chamber hung with sackcloth. The big clear drops
of rain soon began to descend, on which the shepherds covered up the
wool with blankets, then huddled together under their plaids at the
side of the fold, to eschew the speat, which they saw was going to be
a terrible one. Patie still kept undauntedly to the top of the dike,
and Mr Adamson stood cowering at the side of it, with his plaid over
his head, at a little distance from the rest. The hail and rain
mingled, now began to descend in a way that had been seldom witnessed;
but it was apparent to them all that the tempest raged with much
greater fury in Widehope-head to the southward.--Anon a whole volume
of lightning burst from the bosom of the darkness, and quivered
through the gloom, dazzling the eyes of every beholder;--even old
Maxwell clapped both his hands on his eyes for a space; a crash of
thunder followed the flash, that made all the mountains chatter, and
shook the firmament so, that the density of the cloud was broken up;
for, on the instant that the thunder ceased, a rushing sound began in
Widehope, that soon increased to a loudness equal to the thunder
itself; but it resembled the noise made by the sea in a storm. "Holy
Virgin!" exclaimed Patie Maxwell, "What is this? What is this? I
declare we're a' ower lang here, for the dams of heaven are broken
up;" and with that he flung himself from the dike, and fled toward the
top of a rising ground. He knew that the sound proceeded from the
descent of a tremendous water-spout; but the rest, not conceiving
what it was, remained where they were. The storm increased every
minute, and in less than a quarter of an hour after the retreat of the
gaberlunzie, they heard him calling out with the utmost earnestness;
and when they eyed him, he was jumping like a madman on the top of the
hillock, waving his bonnet, and screaming out, "Run, ye deil's
buckies! Run for your bare lives!" One of the shepherds, jumping up on
the dike, to see what was the matter, beheld the burn of Widehope
coming down in a manner that could be compared to nothing but an
ocean, whose boundaries had given way, descending into the abyss. It
came with a cataract front more than twenty feet deep, as was
afterwards ascertained by measurement; for it left sufficient marks to
enable men to do this with precision. The shepherd called for
assistance, and leaped into the fold to drive out the sheep; and just
as he got the foremost of them to take the door, the flood came upon
the head of the fold, on which he threw himself over the side-wall,
and escaped in safety, as did all the rest of the people.
Not so Mr Adamson's ewes; the greater part of the hirsel being
involved in this mighty current. The large fold nearest the burn was
levelled with the earth in one second. Stones, ewes, and sheep-house,
all were carried before it, and all seemed to bear the same weight. It
must have been a dismal sight, to see so many fine animals tumbling
and rolling in one irresistible mass. They were strong, however, and a
few plunged out, and made their escape to the eastward; a greater
number were carried headlong down, and thrown out on the other side of
Laver-burn, upon the side of a dry hill, to which they all escaped,
some of them considerably maimed; but the greatest number of all were
lost, being overwhelmed among the rubbish of the fold, and entangled
so among the falling dikes, and the torrent wheeling and boiling
amongst them, that escape was impossible. The wool was totally swept
away, and all either lost, or so much spoiled, that, when afterwards
recovered, it was unsaleable.
When first the flood broke in among the sheep, and the women began to
run screaming to the hills, and the despairing shepherds to fly about,
unable to do any thing, Patie began a-laughing with a loud and hellish
guffaw, and in that he continued to indulge till quite exhausted. "Ha,
ha, ha, ha! what think ye o' the auld beggar's curse now? Ha, ha, ha,
ha! I think it has been backit wi' Heaven's and the deil's baith. Ha,
ha, ha, ha!" And then he mimicked the thunder with the most outrageous
and ludicrous jabberings, turning occasionally up to the cloud
streaming with lightning and hail, and calling out,--"Louder yet,
deils! louder yet! Kindle up your crackers, and yerk away! Rap, rap,
rap, rap--Ro-ro, ro, ro--Roo--Whush."
"I daresay that body's the vera deevil himsell in the shape o' the
auld Papish beggar!" said one, not thinking that Patie could hear at
such a distance.
"Na, na, lad, I'm no the deil," cried he in answer; "but an I war, I
wad let ye see a stramash! It is a sublime thing to be a Roman
Catholic amang sae mony weak apostates; but it is a sublimer thing
still to be a deil--a master-spirit in a forge like yon. Ha, ha, ha,
ha! Take care o' your heads, ye cock-chickens o' Calvin--take care o'
the auld Coppersmith o' the Black Cludd!"
From the moment that the first thunder-bolt shot from the cloud, the
countenance of the farmer was changed. He was manifestly alarmed in no
ordinary degree; and when the flood came rushing from the dry
mountains, and took away his sheep and his folds before his eyes, he
became as a dead man, making no effort to save his store, or to give
directions how it might be done. He ran away in a cowering posture, as
he had been standing, and took shelter in a little green hollow, out
of his servants' view.
The thunder came nearer and nearer the place where the astonished
hinds were, till at length they perceived the bolts of flame striking
the earth around them, in every direction; at one time tearing up its
bosom, and at another splintering the rocks. Robin Johnston, in
describing it, said, that "the thunnerbolts came shimmering out o'
the cludd sae thick, that they appeared to be linkit thegither, and
fleeing in a' directions. There war some o' them blue, some o' them
red, and some o' them like the colour o' the lowe of a candle; some o'
them diving into the earth, and some o' them springing up out o' the
earth and darting into the heaven." I cannot vouch for the truth of
this, but I am sure my informer thought it true, or he would not have
told it; and he said farther, that when old Maxwell saw it, he
cried--"Fie, tak care, cubs o' hell! fie, tak care! cower laigh, and
sit sicker; for your auld dam is aboon ye, and aneath ye, and a' round
about ye. O for a good wat nurse to spean ye, like John Adamson's
lambs! Ha, ha, ha!"--The lambs, it must be observed, had been turned
out of the fold at first, and none of them perished with their dams.
But just when the storm was at the height, and apparently passing the
bounds ever witnessed in these northern climes; when the embroiled
elements were in the state of hottest convulsion, and when our little
pastoral group were every moment expecting the next to be their last,
all at once a lovely "blue bore," fringed with downy gold, opened in
the cloud behind, and in five minutes more the sun again appeared, and
all was beauty and serenity. What a contrast to the scene so lately
witnessed!
The most remarkable circumstance of the whole was perhaps the
contrast between the two burns. The burn of Laverhope never changed
its colour, but continued pure, limpid, and so shallow, that a boy
might have stepped over it dry-shod, all the while that the other burn
was coming in upon it like an ocean broken loose, and carrying all
before it. In mountainous districts, however, instances of the same
kind are not infrequent in times of summer speats. Some other
circumstances connected with this storm, were also described to me:
The storm coming from the south, over a low-lying, wooded, and
populous district, the whole of the crows inhabiting it posted away up
the glen of Laverhope to avoid the fire and fury of the tempest.
"There were thoosands and thoosands came up by us," said Robin, "a'
laying theirsells out as they had been mad. And then, whanever the
bright bolt played flash through the darkness, ilk ane o' them made a
dive and a wheel to avoid the shot: For I was persuaded that they
thought a' the artillery and musketry o' the haill coontry were loosed
on them, and that it was time for them to tak the gate. There were
likewise several colly dogs came by us in great extremity, binging out
their tongues, and looking aye ower their shouthers, rinning straight
on they kenn'dna where; and amang other things, there was a black
Highland cow came roaring up the glen, wi' her stake hanging at her
neck."
When the gush of waters subsided, all the group, men and women, were
soon employed in pulling out dead sheep from among rubbish of stones,
banks of gravel, and pools of the burn; and many a row of carcasses
was laid out, which at that season were of no use whatever, and of
course utterly lost. But all the time they were so engaged, Mr Adamson
came not near them; at which they wondered, and some of them remarked,
that "they thought their master was fey the day, mae ways than ane."
"Ay, never mind him," said the old shepherd, "he'll come when he
thinks it his ain time; he's a right sair humbled man the day, and I
hope by this time he has been brought to see his errors in a right
light. But the gaberlunzie is lost too. I think he be sandit in the
yird, for I hae never seen him sin' the last great crash o' thunner."
"He'll be gane into the howe to wring his duds," said Robert Johnston,
"or maybe to make up matters wi' your master. Gude sauf us, what a
profane wretch the auld creature is! I didna think the muckle horned
deil himsell could hae set up his mou' to the heaven, and braggit and
blasphemed in sic a way. He gart my heart a' grue within me, and dirle
as it had been bored wi' reid-het elsins."
"Oh, what can ye expect else of a Papish?" said the old shepherd, with
a deep sigh. "They're a' deil's bairns ilk ane, and a' employed in
carrying on their father's wark. It is needless to expect gude
branches frae sic a stock, or gude fruit frae siccan branches."
"There's ae wee bit text that folks should never lose sight o'," said
Robin, "and it's this,--'Judge not, that ye be not judged.' I think,"
remarked Robin, when he told the story, "I think that steekit their
gabs!"
The evening at length drew on; the women had gone away home, and the
neighbouring shepherds had scattered here and there to look after
their own flocks. Mr Adamson's men alone remained, lingering about the
brook and the folds, waiting for their master. They had seen him go
into the little green hollow, and they knew he was gone to his
prayers, and were unwilling to disturb him. But they at length began
to think it extraordinary that he should continue at his prayers the
whole afternoon. As for the beggar, though acknowledged to be a man of
strong sense and sound judgment, he had never been known to say
prayers all his life, except in the way of cursing and swearing a
little sometimes; and none of them could conjecture what was become of
him. Some of the rest, as it grew late, applied to the old shepherd
before oft mentioned, whose name I have forgot, but he had herded with
Adamson twenty years--some of the rest, I say, applied to him to go
and bring their master away home, thinking that perhaps he was taken
ill.
"O, I'm unco laith to disturb him," said the old man; "he sees that
the hand o' the Lord has fa'en heavy on him the day, and he's humbling
himsell afore him in great bitterness o' spirit, I daresay. I count it
a sin to brik in on sic devotions as thae."
"Na, I carena if he should lie and pray yonder till the morn," said a
young lad, "only I wadna like to gang hame and leave him lying on the
hill, if he should hae chanced to turn no weel. Sae, if nane o' ye
will gang and bring him, or see what ails him, I'll e'en gang mysell;"
and away he went, the rest standing still to await the issue.
When the lad went first to the brink of the little slack where Adamson
lay, he stood a few moments, as if gazing or listening, and then
turned his back and fled. The rest, who were standing watching his
motions, wondered at this; and they said, one to another, that their
master was angry at being disturbed, and had been threatening the lad
so rudely, that it had caused him to take to his heels. But what they
thought most strange was, that the lad did not fly towards them, but
straight to the hill; nor did he ever so much as cast his eyes in
their direction; so deeply did he seem to be impressed with what had
passed between him and his master. Indeed, it rather appeared that he
did not know what he was doing; for, after running a space with great
violence, he stood and looked back, and then broke to the hill
again--always looking first over the one shoulder, and then over the
other. Then he stopped a second time, and returned cautiously towards
the spot where his master reclined; and all the while he never so much
as once turned his eyes in the direction of his neighbours, or seemed
to remember that they were there. His motions were strikingly erratic;
for all the way, as he returned to the spot where his master was, he
continued to advance by a zigzag course, like a vessel beating up by
short tacks; and several times he stood still, as on the very point of
retreating. At length he vanished from their sight in the little
hollow.
It was not long till the lad again made his appearance, shouting and
waving his cap for them to come likewise; on which they all went away
to him as fast as they could, in great amazement what could be the
matter. When they came to the green hollow, a shocking spectacle
presented itself: There lay the body of their master, who had been
struck dead by the lightning; and, his right side having been torn
open, his bowels had gushed out, and were lying beside the body. The
earth was rutted and ploughed close to his side, and at his feet there
was a hole scooped out, a full yard in depth, and very much resembling
a grave. He had been cut off in the act of prayer, and the body was
still lying in the position of a man praying in the field. He had
been on his knees, with his elbows leaning on the brae, and his brow
laid on his folded hands; his plaid was drawn over his head, and his
hat below his arm; and this affecting circumstance proved a great
source of comfort to his widow afterwards, when the extremity of her
suffering had somewhat abated.
No such awful visitation of Providence had ever been witnessed, or
handed down to our hinds on the ample records of tradition, and the
impression which it made, and the interest it excited, were also
without a parallel. Thousands visited the spot, to view the
devastations made by the flood, and the furrows formed by the
electrical matter; and the smallest circumstances were inquired into
with the most minute curiosity: above all, the still and drowsy embers
of superstition were rekindled by it into a flame, than which none had
ever burnt brighter, not even in the darkest days of ignorance; and by
the help of it a theory was made out and believed, that for horror is
absolutely unequalled. But as it was credited in its fullest latitude
by my informant, and always added by him at the conclusion of the
tale, I am bound to mention the circumstances, though far from
vouching them to be authentic.
It was asserted, and pretended to have been proved, that old Peter
Maxwell _was not in the glen of Laverhope that day_, but at a great
distance in a different county, and that it was the devil who
attended the folds in his likeness. It was farther believed by all the
people at the folds, that it was the last explosion of the whole that
had slain Mr Adamson; for they had at that time observed the side of
the brae, where the little green slack was situated, covered with a
sheet of flame for a moment. And it so happened, that thereafter the
profane gaberlunzie had been no more seen; and therefore they
said--and here was the most horrible part of the story--there was no
doubt of his being the devil, waiting for his prey, and that he fled
away in that sheet of flame, carrying the soul of John Adamson along
with him.
I never saw old Pate Maxwell,--for I believe he died before I was
born; but Robin Johnston said, that to his dying day, he denied having
been within forty miles of the folds of Laverhope on the day of the
thunder-storm, and was exceedingly angry when any one pretended to
doubt the assertion. It was likewise reported, that at six o'clock
afternoon a stranger had called on Mrs Irvine, and told her, that John
Adamson, and a great part of his stock, had been destroyed by the
lightning and the hail. Mrs Irvine's house was five miles distant from
the folds; and more than that, the farmer's death was not so much as
known of by mortal man until two hours after Mrs Irvine received this
information. The storm exceeded any thing remembered, either for its
violence or consequences, and these mysterious circumstances having
been bruited abroad, gave it a hold on the minds of the populace,
never to be erased but by the erasure of existence. It fell out on the
12th of July, 1753.
The death of Mr Copland of Minnigapp, in Annandale, forms another era
of the same sort. It happened, if I mistake not, on the 18th of July,
1804. It was one of those days by which all succeeding thunder-storms
have been estimated, and from which they are dated, both as having
taken place so many years before, and so long after.
Adam Copland, Esquire, of Minnigapp, was a gentleman esteemed by all
who knew him. Handsome in his person, and elegant in his manners, he
was the ornament of rural society, and the delight of his family and
friends; and his loss was felt as no common misfortune. As he occupied
a pastoral farm of considerable extent, his own property, he chanced
likewise to be out at his folds on the day above-mentioned, with his
own servants, and some neighbours, weaning a part of his lambs, and
shearing a few sheep. About mid-day the thunder, lightning, and hail,
came on, and deranged their operations entirely; and, among other
things, a part of the lambs broke away from the folds, and being in
great fright, they continued to run on. Mr Copland and a shepherd of
his, named Thomas Scott, pursued them, and, at the distance of about
half a mile from the folds, they turned them, mastered them, after
some running, and were bringing them back to the fold, when the
dreadful catastrophe happened. Thomas Scott was the only person
present, of course; and though he was within a few steps of his master
at the time, he could give no account of any thing. I am well
acquainted with Scott, and have questioned him about the particulars
fifty times; but he could not so much as tell me how he got back to
the fold; whether he brought the lambs with him or not; how long the
storm continued; nor, indeed, any thing after the time that his master
and he turned the lambs. That circumstance he remembered perfectly,
but thenceforward his mind seemed to have become a blank. I should
likewise have mentioned, as an instance of the same kind of
deprivation of consciousness, that when the young lad who went first
to the body of Adamson was questioned why he fled from the body at
first, he denied that ever he fled; he was not conscious of having
fled a foot, and never would have believed it, if he had not been seen
by four eye-witnesses. The only things of which Thomas Scott had any
impressions were these: that, when the lightning struck his master, he
sprung a great height into the air, much higher, he thought, than it
was possible for any man to leap by his own exertion. He also thinks,
that the place where he fell dead was at a considerable distance from
that on which he was struck and leaped from the ground; but when I
inquired if he judged that it would be twenty yards or ten yards, he
could give no answer--he could not tell. He only had an impression
that he saw his master spring into the air, all on fire; and, on
running up to him, he found him quite dead. If Scott was correct in
this, (and he being a man of plain good sense, truth, and integrity,
there can scarce be a reason for doubting him,) the circumstance would
argue that the electric matter by which Mr Copland was killed issued
out of the earth. He was speaking to Scott with his very last breath;
but all that the survivor could do, he could never remember what he
was saying. Some melted drops of silver were standing on the case of
his watch, as well as on some of the buttons of his coat, and the body
never stiffened like other corpses, but remained as supple as if every
bone had been softened to jelly. He was a married man, scarcely at the
prime of life, and left a young widow and only son to lament his loss.
On the spot where he fell there is now an obelisk erected to his
memory, with a warning text on it, relating to the shortness and
uncertainty of human life.