The Brownie of Bodsbeck, and Other Tales Volume I Part 3

"Well then, Keatie, make haste; light a candle, and I will go with you myself."

"No-with your leave, father, if I go, I go alone; no one shall go with me."

"And why, my love, may not I, your father, accompany you?"

"Because, should you go with me into the Old Room just now, perhaps you might never be yourself again."

Here the goodwife uttered a smothered scream, and muttered some inarticulate e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns, appearing so much affected, that her daughter, dreading she would fall into a fit, flew to support her; but on this she grew ten times worse, screaming aloud, "Avoid thee, Satan!

avoid thee, Satan! avoid thee, imp of darkness and despair! avoid thee!

avoid thee!" And she laid about her violently with both hands. The servants, taking it for granted that she was bewitched, or possessed, fled aloof; but Walter, who knew better how matters stood with her mind than they, ran across the floor to her in such haste and agitation, that they supposed he was going to give her _strength of arm_, (his great expedient when hardly controuled,) but in place of that, he lifted her gently in his arms, and carried her to her bed, in the further end of the house.

He then tried to sooth her by every means in his power; but she continued in violent agitation, sighing, weeping, and praying alternately, until she wrought herself into a high nervous fever.

Walter, growing alarmed for her reason, which seemed verging to a dangerous precipice, kept close by her bedside. A little before midnight she grew calm; and he, thinking she had fallen asleep, left her for a short time. Unfortunately, her daughter, drawn toward her by filial regard and affection, softly then entered the room. Maron Linton was not so sound asleep as was supposed; she instantly beheld the approach of that now dreaded sorceress, and sitting up in her bed, she screamed as loud as she was able. Katharine, moved by a natural impulse, hasted forward to the couch to calm her parent; but the frenzied matron sprung from her bed, threw up the window, and endeavoured to escape; Katharine flew after her, and seized her by the waist. When Maron found that she was fairly in her grasp at such an hour, and no help at hand, she deemed all over with her, both body and soul; which certainly was a case extreme enough. She hung by the sash of the window, struggled, and yelled out, "Murder! murder! murder!-O Lord! O Lord!-save! save! save!

save!-Murder! murder!" &c. At length Walter rushed in and seized her, ordering his weeping daughter instantly to bed.

Maron thanked Heaven for this wonderful and timely deliverance, and persuaded now that Providence had a special and peculiar charge over her, she became more calm than she had been since the first alarm; but it was a dreadful certainty that she now possessed, that unearthly beings inhabited the mansion along with her, and that her daughter was one of the number, or in conjunction with them. She spent the night in prayer, and so fervent was she in her devotions, that she seemed at length to rest in the hope of their final accomplishment. She did not fail, however, to hint to Walter that something decisive ought to be done to their daughter. She did not actually say that she should be burnt alive at a stake, but she spake of the trial by fire-or that it might be better to throw her into the lake, to make the experiment whether she would drown or not; for she well expected, in her own mind, that when the creature found itself in such circ.u.mstances, it would fly off with an eldrich laugh and some unintelligible saying to its own clime; but she was at length persuaded by her husband to intrust the whole matter to her reverend monitor, both as to the driving away the herd of Brownies, and the exorcism of her daughter.

Never was man in such a predicament as Walter now found himself with regard to his family. Katharine had never been a favourite with her mother, who doated on her boys to the detriment of the girl, but to him she was all in all. Her demeanour of late completely puzzled him-The words that she had said to him the preceding evening had no appearance of jocularity; besides, seriousness and truth formed her natural character, and she had of late become more reserved and thoughtful than she had ever been before.

The bed that she slept in faced into the parlour before mentioned; that which Walter and his spouse occupied entered from another apartment-their backs, however, were only separated by a thin wooden part.i.tion. Walter kept awake all that night, thoughtful, and listening to every sound. Every thing remained quiet till about the second crowing of the c.o.c.k; he then heard something that scratched like a rat, but more regularly, and in more distinct time. After the noise had been repeated three times at considerable intervals, he thought he heard his daughter rising from her bed with extraordinary softness and caution-He laid his ear to a seam, and distinctly heard the sound of words uttered in a whisper, but of their import he could make nothing. He then heard his daughter return to her bed with the same caution that she left it, utter some sighs, and fall sound asleep.

After serious deliberation, Walter thought his best expedient was to remove his daughter from home for some time; and next morning he proposed to her to go and spend a week or two with her maternal uncle, Thomas Linton, farmer at Gilmanscleuch. To this she objected on several pretences; but at length, when urged to it, positively refused to leave her father's house at that time. He never in his life could say a harsh word to her, but that day he appeared chagrined, and bade her, with some asperity, keep away from her mother's presence, as her malady, which was a nervous complaint, required the utmost quietness. This she promised with her accustomed cheerfulness, and they parted. During the day she was absent for several hours, none knowing whither she went, or by what way she returned.

On the same day, the servants, who had spent a sleepless night, packed up bag and baggage, and went off in a body, all save one elderly woman, who had lately come to the house, and was a stranger to them all. Her name, she said, was Agnes Alexander, but she was better known by the familiar one of Nanny Elshinder; her former history and connections were doubtful, but she was of a cheerful complaisant temper, and always performed what she was ordered to do without any remarks. Walter had hired her at Moffat, in the fair called _The Third Friday_; and told Maron when he came home, that "he had hired a wastlin auldish quean, wha, he believed, was a wee crackit i'the head, but, poor thing, she wasna like to get a place, and was sic a good soul he coudna think to leave her dest.i.tute; and whanever he begoud to parley wi' her, od, she brought him to the neb o' the miresnipe directly." Saving this good woman, all the house servants, man, woman, and boy, deserted their service, and neither promises nor threats could induce them to stay another night about the town. They said, "they might as weel bide i'

h.e.l.l; they wad gang afore Gibby Moray, the king's shirra, whanever he likit about it; or, gin he buid rather hae brawer burlymen, they wad meet him face to face in the Parliment Close."

Walter was now obliged to bring Jasper, his young shepherd, down from the Muchrah, to a.s.sist him in the labour of the farm-the most unfit man in the world for a haunted house. He knew that the Old Room was frequented by his old adversary, the Brownie of Bodsbeck. He likewise knew that his young mistress was a witch, or something worse, for the late servants had told him, so that he had now a dangerous part to act.

Nevertheless, he came determined to take the bull by the horns; for as he and his father had stocks of sheep upon the farm, they could not leave their master, and he was never wont to disobey him. He had one sole dependance-his swiftness of foot-that had never yet failed him in eschewing them, save in the solitary instance of the serpent.

On the first day of his noviceship as a labourer, he and his master were putting some ropes on the dwellinghouse to keep on the thatch. Jasper wanting something whereon to stand, for that purpose, and being within a few yards of the door of the Old Room, and knowing that the tubs stood there, thoughtlessly dashed into it to bring out one to stand on; but he had not taken two steps within the door till he beheld a human face, and nothing but a face and a head, looking deliberately at him. One would have thought that such a man, seeing such a sight, would have cried out, fled to his master on the other side of the house, or into the kitchen to old Nanny. Jasper did none of them all. He turned round with such velocity that he fell-hasted out at the door on all fours, and took to the Piperhill like a wild deer, praying fervently all the way. His master saw him from the ladder where he stood, and called aloud after him, but he deigned not to heed or look behind him-the head without the body, and that at an ordinary distance from the ground, was alone impressed on his mind, and refused a share to any other consideration. He came not back to the Chapelhope that night.

Katharine, the young and comely friend of the Brownie, having discovered that Jasper had been introduced to her familiar, and knowing his truth and simplicity of heart, earnestly desired to sound him on the subject.

She knew he would return to a.s.sist her father and brothers with the farm labour, in their present strait, by a certain hour next morning, and she waited on him by the way. He came accordingly; but he knew her and her connections better than she imagined. He tried to avoid her, first by going down into the meadow, then by climbing the hill; but seeing that she waylaid him both ways, and suspecting her intentions to be of the very worst nature, he betook him to his old expedient-fled with precipitation, and returned to the Muchrah.

Katharine could by no means comprehend this, and was particularly concerned about it at this time, as she had something she wished to reveal to him. Walter appeared gloomy and discontented all that day. The corn was ripe, but not a sheaf of it cut down;-the hay was still standing on the meadow, the lint was to pull, the potatoes to raise, the tar to bring home, and the sheep to smear; and there was no one left to do all this but he and his two boys. The gudewife, who used to bustle about and do much household work, was confined to her room. His daughter's character, her demeanour, and even her humanity, were become somewhat doubtful. Walter was truly in what he termed _a pickled priminary_.

Katharine, being still debarred all access to her mother, began to dread that she would be obliged to leave her father's house; and, in case of a last extremity, she bethought her of sounding the dispositions of old Nanny. She was a character not easily to be comprehended. She spoke much to herself, but little to any other person-worked so hard that she seldom looked up, and all the while sung sc.r.a.ps of old songs and ballads, the import of which it was impossible to understand; but she often chaunted these with a pathos that seemed to flow from the heart, and that never failed to affect the hearer. She wore a russet worsted gown, clouted shoes, and a quoif, or mutch, upon her head, that was crimped and plaited so close around her face that very little of the latter was visible. In this guise was Nanny, toiling hard and singing her mournful ditty, when Katharine came in and placed herself on a seat by her side.

"Nanny, this seems to be more than ordinary a busy day with you; pray, what is all this baking and boiling for?"

"Dear bairn, dear bairn, what do I ken-the like o' me maun do as we're bidden-guests are coming, my bairn-O, ay-there's mony a braw an'

bonny lad coming this way-mony a ane that will gaur a young thing's e'en stand i' back water-

"They are coming! they are coming!

Alak! an' wae's me!

Though the sword be in the hand, Yet the tear's in the e'e.

Is there blood in the moorlands Where the wild burnies rin?

Or what gars the water Wind reid down the lin?

O billy, dear billy, Your boding let be, For it's nought but the reid lift That dazzles your e'e."

"Prithee go on, Nanny; let me hear what it was that reddened the water?"

"Dear bairn, wha kens; some auld thing an' out o' date; but yet it is sae like the days that we hae seen, ane wad think the poeter that made it had the second sight. Mony a water as weel as the Clyde has run reid wi' blude, an' that no sae lang sin' syne!-ay, an' the wild burnies too! I hae seen them mysel leave a reid strip on the sand an' the grey stanes-but the hoody craw durstna pick there!-Dear bairn, has the Chapelhope burn itsel never had the hue?"

Here Katharine's glance and Nanny's met each other, but were as quickly withdrawn, for they dreaded one another's converse; but they were soon relieved from that dilemma by Nanny's melancholy chime-

"In yon green houm there sat a knight,- An' the book lay open on his knee, An' he laid his hand on his rusty sword.

An' turned to Heaven his watery e'e.

But in yon houm there is a kirk, An' in that kirk there is a pew, An' in that pew there sat a king, Wha signed the deed we maun ever rue.

He wasna king o' fair Scotland, Though king o' Scotland he should hae been,- And he lookit north to the land he loved, But aye the green leaves fell atween.

The green leaves fell, an' the river swell'd.

An' the brigg was guardit to the key; O, ever alak! said Hamilton That sic a day I should ever see!

As ever ye saw the rain down fa', Or yet the arrow gae from the bow-

"No, that's not it-my memory is gane wi' my last warldly hope-Hech!

dear bairn, but it is a sad warld to live in, without hope or love for ony that's in't-I had aye some hope till now! but sic a dream as I had last night!-I saw him aince again-Yes, I saw him bodily, or may I never steer aff this bit."-Here Nanny sobbed hard, and drew her arms across her eyes.-"Come, come," continued she, "gie me a bit sang, dear bairn, an' let it be an auld thing-they do ane's heart gude thae bits o' auld sangs."

"Rather tell me, Nanny-for we live in ignorance in this wild place-what you think of all that blude that has been shed in our country since the killingtime began? Do you think it has been lawfully and rightfully shed?"

"Wha doubts it, dear bairn?-Wha doubts that?-But it will soon be ower now-the traitors will soon be a' strappit and strung-ay, ay-the last o' them will soon be hackit and hewed, an' his b.l.o.o.d.y head stannin ower the Wast Port-an' there will be braw days than-we'll be a' right than."

Katharine sat silent and thoughtful, eyeing old Nanny with fixed attention; but the muscles of her contracted face and wild unstable eye were unintelligible. She therefore, with a desponding mien, went out, and left the crazy dame to discourse and sing to herself. Nanny ceased her baking, stood upright, and listened to the maid's departing steps, till judging her out of hearing; she then sung out, in what is now termed the true _bravura_ style,

"Then shall the black gown flap O'er desk and true man; Then shall the h.o.r.n.y cap Shine like the new moon; An' the kist fu' o' whistles That maks sic a cleary, Lool away, bool away, Till we grow weary.

Till we grow weary, &c.

Charlie, the cypherman, Drink till ye stew dame; Jamie, the waferman, Eat till ye spue them; Lauderdale lickmyfud, Binny and Geordie, Leish away, link away.

h.e.l.l is afore ye.

h.e.l.l is afore ye, &c.

Graeme will gang ower the brink, Down wi' a flaughter; Lagg an' Drumlandrick Will soon follow after; Johnston and Lithgow, Bruce and Macleary, Scowder their harigalds, Deils, wi' a bleery.

Till ye grow weary," &c.

In the mean time, Katharine, on hearing the loud notes of the song, had returned within the door to listen, and heard the most part of the lines and names distinctly. She had heard it once before, and the singer reported it to be a new song, and the composition of a young man who had afterwards been executed in the Gra.s.sMarket. How Nanny came to sing such a song, with so much seeming zest, after the violent prelatic principles which she had so lately avowed, the maid could not well comprehend, and she began to suspect that there was more in Nanny's mind than had yet been made manifest. Struck with this thought, and ruminating upon it, she continued standing in the same position, and heard Nanny sometimes crooning, and at other times talking rapidly and fervently to herself. After much incoherent matter, lines of psalms, &c.

Katharine heard with astonishment the following questions and answers, in which two distinct voices were imitated:-

"Were you at the meeting of the traitors at Lanark on the 12th of January?"

"I never was amang traitors that I was certain of till this day-Let them take that! b.l.o.o.d.y fruesome beasts."

"Were you at Lanark on that day?"

"If you had been there you would have seen."