"And so," said the handsome young spouse of Mr. Girder, "ye think this Miss Ashton is weel-favoured? Troth, and sae should she, to set up for our young lord, with a face and a hand, and a seat on his horse, that might become a king"s son. D"ye ken that he aye glowers up at my window, Mr. Balderstone, when he chaunces to ride thro" the town? Sae I hae a right to ken what like he is, as weel as ony body."
"I ken that brawly," said Caleb, "for I hae heard his lordship say the cooper"s wife had the blackest ee in the barony; and I said, "Weel may that be, my lord, for it was her mither"s afore her, as I ken to my cost." Eh, Marion? Ha, ha, ha! Ah! these were merry days!"
"Hout awa", auld carle," said the old dame, "to speak sic daffing to young folk. But, Jean--fie, woman, dinna ye hear the bairn greet? I"se warrant it"s that dreary weid has come ower"t again."
Up got mother and grandmother, and scoured away, jostling each other as they ran, into some remote corner of the tenement, where the young hero of the evening was deposited. When Caleb saw the coast fairly clear, he took an invigorating pinch of snuff, to sharpen and confirm his resolution.
"Cauld be my cast," thought he, "if either Bide-the-Bent or Girder taste that broach of wild-fowl this evening"; and then addressing the eldest turnspit, a boy of about eleven years old, and putting a penny into his hand, he said, "Here is twal pennies, my man; carry that ower to Mrs.
Sma"trash, and bid her fill my mill wi" snishing, and I"ll turn the broche for ye in the mean time; and she will gie ye a ginge-bread snap for your pains."
No sooner was the elder boy departed on this mission than Caleb, looking the remaining turnspit gravely and steadily in the face, removed from the fire the spit bearing the wild-fowl of which he had undertaken the charge, clapped his hat on his head, and fairly marched off with it, he stopped at the door of the change-house only to say, in a few brief words, that Mr. Hayston of Bucklaw was not to expect a bed that evening in the castle.
If this message was too briefly delivered by Caleb, it became absolute rudeness when conveyed through the medium of a suburb landlady; and Bucklaw was, as a more calm and temperate man might have been, highly incensed. Captain Craigengelt proposed, with the unanimous applause of all present, that they should course the old fox (meaning Caleb) ere he got to cover, and toss him in a blanket. But Lockhard intimated to his master"s servants and those of Lord Bittlebrains, in a tone of authority, that the slightest impertinence to the Master of Ravenswood"s domestic would give Sir William Ashton the highest offence. And having so said, in a manner sufficient to prevent any aggression on their part, he left the public-house, taking along with him two servants loaded with such provisions as he had been able to procure, and overtook Caleb just when he had cleared the village.
CHAPTER XIII.
Should I take aught of you? "Tis true I begged now; And what is worse than that, I stole a kindness; And, what is worst of all, I lost my way in"t.
Wit Without Money.
THE face of the little boy, sole witness of Caleb"s infringement upon the laws at once of property and hospitality, would have made a good picture. He sat motionless, as if he had witnessed some of the spectral appearances which he had heard told of in a winter"s evening; and as he forgot his own duty, and allowed his spit to stand still, he added to the misfortunes of the evening by suffering the mutton to burn as black as a coal. He was first recalled from his trance of astonishment by a hearty cuff administered by Dame Lightbody, who, in whatever other respects she might conform to her name, was a woman strong of person, and expert in the use of her hands, as some say her deceased husband had known to his cost.
"What garr"d ye let the roast burn, ye ill-clerkit gude-for-nought?"
"I dinna ken," said the boy.
"And where"s that ill-deedy gett, Giles?"
"I dinna ken," blubbered the astonished declarant.
"And where"s Mr. Balderstone?--and abune a", and in the name of council and kirk-session, that I suld say sae, where"s the broche wi" the wild-fowl?" As Mrs. Girder here entered, and joined her mother"s exclamations, screaming into one ear while the old lady deafened the other, they succeeded in so utterly confounding the unhappy urchin, that he could not for some time tell his story at all, and it was only when the elder boy returned that the truth began to dawn on their minds.
"Weel, sirs!" said Mrs. Lightbody, "wha wad hae thought o" Caleb Balderstone playing an auld acquaintance sic a pliskie!"
"Oh, weary on him!" said the spouse of Mr. Girder; "and what am I to say to the gudeman? He"ll brain me, if there wasna anither woman in a"
Wolf"s Hope."
"Hout tout, silly quean," said the mother; "na, na, it"s come to muckle, but it"s no come to that neither; for an he brain you he maun brain me, and I have garr"d his betters stand back. Hands aff is fair play; we maunna heed a bit flyting."
The tramp of horses now announced the arrival of the cooper, with the minister. They had no sooner dismounted than they made for the kitchen fire, for the evening was cool after the thunderstorm, and the woods wet and dirty. The young gudewife, strong in the charms of her Sunday gown and biggonets, threw herself in the way of receiving the first attack, while her mother, like the veteran division of the Roman legion, remained in the rear, ready to support her in case of necessity. Both hoped to protract the discovery of what had happened--the mother, by interposing her bustling person betwixt Mr. Girder and the fire, and the daughter, by the extreme cordiality with which she received the minister and her husband, and the anxious fears which she expressed lest they should have "gotten cauld." "Cauld!" quoted the husband, surlily, for he was not of that cla.s.s of lords and masters whose wives are viceroys over them, "we"ll be cauld eneugh, I think, if ye dinna let us in to the fire."
And so saying, he burst his way through both lines of defence; and, as he had a careful eye over his property of every kind, he perceived at one glance the absence of the spit with its savoury burden. "What the deil, woman----"
"Fie for shame!" exclaimed both the women; "and before Mr.
Bide-the-Bent!"
"I stand reproved," said the cooper; "but--"
"The taking in our mouths the name of the great enemy of our souls,"
said Mr. Bide-the-Bent--
"I stand reproved," said the cooper.
"--Is an exposing ourselves to his temptations," continued the reverend monitor, "and in inviting, or, in some sort, a compelling, of him to lay aside his other trafficking with unhappy persons, and wait upon those in whose speech his name is frequent."
"Weel, weel, Mr. Bide-the-Bent, can a man do mair than stand reproved?"
said the cooper; "but jest let me ask the women what for they hae dished the wild-fowl before we came."
"They arena dished, Gilbert," said his wife; "but--but an accident----"
"What accident?" said Girder, with flashing eyes. "Nae ill come ower them, I trust? Uh?"
His wife, who stood much in awe of him, durst not reply, but her mother bustled up to her support, with arms disposed as if they were about to be a-kimbo at the next reply.--"I gied them to an acquaintance of mine, Gibbie Girder; and what about it now?"
Her excess of a.s.surance struck Girder mute for an instant. "And YE gied the wild-fowl, the best end of our christening dinner, to a friend of yours, ye auld rudas! And what might HIS name be, I pray ye?"
"Just worthy Mr. Caleb Balderstone--frae Wolf"s Crag," answered Marion, prompt and prepared for battle.
Girder"s wrath foamed over all restraint. If there was a circ.u.mstance which could have added to the resentment he felt, it was that this extravagant donation had been made in favour of our friend Caleb, towards whom, for reasons to which the reader is no stranger, he nourished a decided resentment. He raised his riding-wand against the elder matron, but she stood firm, collected in herself, and undauntedly brandished the iron ladle with which she had just been "flambing"
(Anglice, basting) the roast of mutton. Her weapon was certainly the better, and her arm not the weakest of the two; so that Gilbert thought it safest to turn short off upon his wife, who had by this time hatched a sort of hysterical whine, which greatly moved the minister, who was in fact as simple and kind-hearted a creature as ever breathed. "And you, ye thowless jade, to sit still and see my substance disponed upon to an idle, drunken, reprobate, worm-eaten serving-man, just because he kittles the lugs o" a silly auld wife wi" useless clavers, and every twa words a lee? I"ll gar you as gude----"
Here the minister interposed, both by voice and action, while Dame Lightbody threw herself in front of her daughter, and flourished her ladle.
"Am I no to chastise my ain wife?" exclaimed the cooper very indignantly.
"Ye may chastise your ain wife if ye like," answered Dame Lightbody; "but ye shall never lay finger on my daughter, and that ye may found upon." "For shame, Mr. Girder!" said the clergyman; "this is what I little expected to have seen of you, that you suld give rein to your sinful pa.s.sions against your nearest and your dearest, and this night too, when ye are called to the most solemn duty of a Christian parent; and a" for what? For a redundancy of creature-comforts, as worthless as they are unneedful."
"Worthless!" exclaimed the cooper. "A better guse never walkit on stubble; two finer, dentier wild ducks never wat a feather."
"Be it sae, neighbour," rejoined the minister; "but see what superfluities are yet revolving before your fire. I have seen the day when ten of the bannocks which stand upon that board would have been an acceptable dainty to as many men, that were starving on hills and bogs, and in caves of the earth, for the Gospel"s sake."
"And that"s what vexes me maist of a"," said the cooper, anxious to get some one to sympathise with his not altogether causeless anger; "an the quean had gien it to ony suffering sant, or to ony body ava but that reaving, lying, oppressing Tory villain, that rade in the wicked troop of militia when it was commanded out against the sants at Bothwell Brig by the auld tyrant Allan Ravenswood, that is gane to his place, I wad the less hae minded it. But to gie the princ.i.p.al parts o" the feast to the like o" him----!"
"Aweel, Gilbert," said the minister, "and dinna ye see a high judgment in this? The seed of the righteous are not seen begging their bread: think of the son of a powerful oppressor being brought to the pa.s.s of supporting his household from your fulness."
"And, besides," said the wife, "it wasna for Lord Ravenswood neither, an he wad hear but a body speak: it was to help to entertain the Lord Keeper, as they ca" him, that"s up yonder at Wolf"s Crag."
"Sir William Ashton at Wolf"s Crag!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the astonished man of hoops and staves.
"And hand and glove wi" Lord Ravenswood," added Dame Lightbody.
"Doited idiot! that auld, clavering sneckdrawer wad gar ye trow the moon is made of green cheese. The Lord Keeper and Ravenswood! they are cat and dog, hare and hound."
"I tell ye they are man and wife, and gree better than some others that are sae," retorted the mother-in-law; "forbye, Peter Puncheon, that"s cooper the Queen"s stores, is dead, and the place is to fill, and----"
"Od guide us, wull ye haud your skirling tongues!" said Girder,--for we are to remark, that this explanation was given like a catch for two voices, the younger dame, much encouraged by the turn of the debate, taking up and repeating in a higher tone the words as fast as they were uttered by her mother.