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evening. This hope was not speedily accomplished,
It was now very cloudy, although the stars, from
great height, and advance with extreme rapidity. Others were intersected with creeks, and small inlets, which it was only safe to pass at particular times of the tide. Neither circumstance would have suited a dark night, a fatigued horse, and a traveller ignorant of his road. Mannering resolved, therefore, definitively, to halt for the night at the first inhabited place, however poor, he might chance to reach, unless he could procure a guide to this unlucky village of Kippletringan.
A miserable hut gave him an opportunity to execute his purpose. He found out the door with no small difficulty, and for some time knocked without producing any other answer than a duett between a female and a cur dog, the latter yelping as if he would have barked his heart out, the other screaming in chorus. By degrees the human tones pre.
dominated; but the angry bark of the cur being at the instant changed into a howl, it is probable something more than fair strength of lungs had contributed to the ascendancy.
“Sorrow be in your thrapple then!' these were the first articulate words, ' will ye not let me hear what the man wants, wi' you yaffing?'
• Am I far from Kippletringan, good dame?'
* Frae Kippletringan!!!' in an exalted tone of wonder, which we can but faintly express by three points of admiration. Ow, man! ye should hae had . den easal to Kippletringan--ye maun gae back as far as the Whaap, and haud the Whaap till ye come to Ballenloan, and then'
“This will never do, good dame! my horse is almost quite set up-can you not give me a night's lodging?'
• Troth can I no- I am a lone woman, for James he's awa to Drumshourlock fair with the yearaulds, and I darena for my life open the door to ony of your gang-there-out sort o' bodies,'
' But what must I do then good dame; for I can't sleep here upon the road all night?'
"Troth, I kenna, unless ye like to gae down and speer for quaters at the Place. I'se warrant they'll take ye in, whether ye be gentle or simple.'
Simple enough, to be wandering here at such a time of night,' thought Mannering, who was ignorant of the meaning of the phrase, but how shall I get to the place, as you call it?'
Ye maun haud wessel by the end o' the loan, and tak tent o' the jaw hole.'
• O, if you get to easel and wessel again, I am undone!—Is there nobody that could guide me to this place? I will pay him handsomely.'
The word pay operated like magic. “Jock, ye villain,' exclaimed the voice from the interior, are ye lying routing there, and a young gentleman seeking his way to the Place? Get up, ye fause loon, and show him the way down the meikle loaning. He'll show
the way, sir, and I'se warrant ye'll be weel put up; for they never turn awa' naebody frae the door; and ye'll be come in the canny moment I'm thinking, for the laird's servant-that's no to say his body-servant, but the helper like-rade express by this e’en to fetch the houdie, and he just staid the drinking o'two pints o'tippeny, to tell us how my leddy was ta'en wi' her pains.'
* Perhaps,' said Mannering, at such a time a stranger's arrival might be inconvenient!'
' Hout, na, ye needna be blate about that; their house is muckle eneugh, and cleeking time's aye can
By this time Jock had found his way into all the intricacies of a tattered doublet, and more tattered pair of breeches, and sallied forth, a great whiteheaded, bare-legged, lubberly boy of twelve years old, so exibited by the glimpse of a rush light, which his half-naked mother held in such a manner as to get a peep at the stranger, without greatly exposing herself to view in return. Jock moved on westward, by the end of the house, leading Mannering's horse by the bridle, and piloting, with some dexterity, along the little path which bordered the formidable jaw-hole, whose vicinity the stranger was made sensible of by means of more organs than one. His guide then dragged the weary hack along a broken and stony cart-track, next over a ploughed field, then broke down a slap, as he called it, in a dry
stone fence, and lugged the unresisting animal through the breach, about a rood of the simple masonry giving way in the splutter with which he passed. Finally, he led the way, through a wicket, into something which had still the air of an avenue, though many of the trees were felled. The roar of the ocean was now near and full, and the moon, which began to make her appearance, gleamed on a turreted and apparently a ruined mansion, of considerable extent. Mannering fixed his eyes upon it with a disconsolate sensation. * Why, my little fellow, this is a ruin, not a house?'
' "Ah, but the lairds lived there lang syne-that's Ellangowan Auld Place; there's a hantle bogles about it but
need na be feared I never saw ony mysel, and we're just at the door of the New Place.
Accordingly, leaving the ruins on the right, a few steps brought the traveller in front of a small modern house, at which his guide rapped with great importance. Mannering told his circumstances to the servant; and the gentleman of the house, who heard his tale from the parlour, stepped forward, and welcomed the stranger hospitably to Ellangowan. The boy, made happy with half-a-crown, was dismissed to his cottage, the weary horse was conducted to a stall, and Mannering found himself in a few minutes seated by a comfortable supper, to which his cold ride gave him a hearty appetite.
-Comes, my cranking in,
Henry IV, p. 1.
The company in the parlour at Ellangowan, consisted of the laird himself, and a sort of person who might be the village schoolmaster, or perhaps the minister's assistant; his appearance was too shabby to indicate the minister, considering he was on a visit to the laird.
The laird himself was one of those second-rate sort of persons, that are to be found frequently in rural situations. Fielding has described one class as feras consumere nati; but the love of field-sports indicates a certain activity of mind, which had for. saken Mr. Bertram, if he ever possessed it. A goodhumoured listlessness of countenance formed the only remarkable expression of his features, although they were rather handsome than otherwise. In fact, his physiognomy expressed the inanity of character which pervaded his life: I will give the reader some insight into his state and conversation, before he has finished a long lecture to Mannering, upon the propriety and comfort of wrapping his stirrup-irons round with a wisp of straw, when he had occasion to ride in a chill evening.
Godfrey Bertram, of Ellangowan, succeeded to a long pedigree and a short rent-roll, like many lairds of that period. His list of forefathers ascended so high, that they were lost in the barbarous ages of Galwegian independence; so that his genealogical tree, beside the christian and crusading