Guy Mannering: The Astrologer (Complete)
Library of Alexandria, 1856 - 434 страници
It was in the beginning of the month of November 17--when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country. He had visited, on the day that opens our history, some monastic ruins in the county of Dumfries, and spent much of the day in making drawings of them from different points, so that, on mounting his horse to resume his journey, the brief and gloomy twilight of the season had already commenced. His way lay through a wide tract of black moss, extending for miles on each side and before him. Little eminences arose like islands on its surface, bearing here and there patches of corn, which even at this season was green, and sometimes a hut or farm-house, shaded by a willow or two and surrounded by large elder-bushes. These insulated dwellings communicated with each other by winding passages through the moss, impassable by any but the natives themselves. The public road, however, was tolerably well made and safe, so that the prospect of being benighted brought with it no real danger. Still it is uncomfortable to travel alone and in the dark through an unknown country; and there are few ordinary occasions upon which Fancy frets herself so much as in a situation like that of Mannering.
As the light grew faint and more faint, and the morass appeared blacker and blacker, our traveller questioned more closely each chance passenger on his distance from the village of Kippletringan, where he proposed to quarter for the night. His queries were usually answered by a counter-challenge respecting the place from whence he came. While sufficient daylight remained to show the dress and appearance of a gentleman, these cross interrogatories were usually put in the form of a case supposed, as, ‘Ye’ll hae been at the auld abbey o’ Halycross, sir? there’s mony English gentlemen gang to see that.’--Or, ‘Your honour will become frae the house o’ Pouderloupat?’ But when the voice of the querist alone was distinguishable, the response usually was, ‘Where are ye coming frae at sic a time o’ night as the like o’ this?’--or, ‘Ye’ll no be o’ this country, freend?’ The answers, when obtained, were neither very reconcilable to each other nor accurate in the information which they afforded. Kippletringan was distant at first ‘a gey bit’; then the ‘gey bit’ was more accurately described as ‘ablins three mile’; then the ‘three mile’ diminished into ‘like a mile and a bittock’; then extended themselves into ‘four mile or thereawa’; and, lastly, a female voice, having hushed a wailing infant which the spokeswoman carried in her arms, assured Guy Mannering, ‘It was a weary lang gate yet to Kippletringan, and unco heavy road for foot passengers.’ The poor hack upon which Mannering was mounted was probably of opinion that it suited him as ill as the female respondent; for he began to flag very much, answered each application of the spur with a groan, and stumbled at every stone (and they were not few) which lay in his road.
Being distinguishedby his nautical skill andintrepidity, his vessel wasfrequently
freighted,and his own services employed, by French, Dutch, Manx, and Scottish
smuggling companies. A person well knownby the name ofBuckkartea, from ...
The trade was entirely destroyed byMr.Pitt's celebrated commutation law, which,
by reducing the duties upon excisable articles, enabled thelawful dealer to
compete with the smuggler. The statute wascalledin Gallowayand Dumfriesshire,
There is acave of large dimensions in the vicinity of Rueberry, which, from its
being frequently used by Yawkinsand his supposed connexionwith the
smugglers onthe shore, isnowcalled Dirk Hatteraick's Cave. Strangers who
visitthis place, the ...
Even at this deadhourofnight therewere lights moving uponthe shore, probably
occasioned by the unloadinga smuggling lugger fromtheIsle of Man whichwas
lying in the bay. On the light fromthe sashed door of thehouse being observed, ...
Sir Walter Scott. back by some inquiry about Dirk Hatteraick. 'O he's a—a—gude
sort of blackguard fellow eneugh; naebody cares to trouble him—smuggler, when
his gunsare in ballast—privateer, or pirate, faith, when he gets them mounted.