On the forenoon of the second day, coming to the top
of a hill, I saw all the country fall away before me down to the sea; and in
the midst of this descent, on a long ridge, the city of Edinburgh smoking like
an oven. There was a flag upon the castle, and ships moving or lying anchored
in the firth; both of which, for as
far away as they were, I could distinguish clearly; and both brought my country
heart into my mouth.
Presently after, I came by a house where a shepherd
lived, and got a rough direction for the neighbourhood of Cramond; and so, from
one to another, worked my way to the westward of the capital by Colinton, till
I came out upon the Glasgow road. And there, to my great pleasure and wonder, I
beheld a regiment marching to the fifes,
every foot in time; an old red-faced general on a grey horse at the one end,
and at the other the company of Grenadiers, with their Pope's-hats. The pride
of life seemed to mount into my brain at the sight of the red coats and the
hearing of that merry music.
A little farther on, and I was told I was in Cramond
parish, and began to substitute in my inquiries the name of the house of Shaws.
It was a word that seemed to surprise those of whom I sought my way. At first I
thought the plainness of my appearance, in my country habit, and that all dusty
from the road, consorted ill with the greatness of the place to which I was
bound. But after two, or maybe three, had given me the same look and the same
answer, I began to take it in my head there was something strange about the
Shaws itself.
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The better to set this fear at rest, I changed the
form of my inquiries; and spying an honest fellow coming along a lane on the shaft
of his cart, I asked him if he had ever heard tell of a house they called the
house of Shaws.
He stopped his cart and looked at me, like the others.
"Yes" said he. "What for?"
"It's a great house?" I asked.
"Doubtless," says he. "The house is a
big, large house."
"Yes," said I, "but the folk that are
in it?"
"Folk?" cried he. "Are you stupid?
There's no folk there—to call folk."
"What?" say I; "not Mr. Ebenezer?"
"Ou, yes" says the man; "there's the landowner,
to be sure, if it's him you're wanting. What'll like be your business, mannie?"
"I was led to think that I would get a
situation," I said, looking as modest as I could.
"What?" cries the transporter, in so sharp a
note that his very horse started; and then, "Well, mannie," he added,
"it's none of my affairs; but you seem a decent-spoken lad; and if you´ll
take a word from me, you´ll keep clear of the Shaws."
The next person I came across was a neat little man in
a beautiful white wig, whom I saw to be a barber on his rounds; and knowing
well that barbers were great gossips, I asked him plainly what sort of a man
was Mr. Balfour of the Shaws.
"Hoot, hoot, hoot," said the barber, "no
kind of a man, no kind of a man at all;" and began to ask me very astutely
what my business was; but I was more than a match for him at that, and he went
on to his next customer no wiser than he came.
I cannot well describe the blow this dealt to my
illusions. The more indistinct the accusations were, the less I liked them, for
they left the wider field to fancy. What kind of a great house was this, that all
the parish should start and stare to be asked the way to it? or what sort of a
gentleman, that his ill-fame should be thus current on the wayside? If an
hour's walking would have brought me back to Essendean, I had left my adventure
then and there, and returned to Mr. Campbell's. But when I had come so far a
way already, mere shame would not suffer me to desist till I had put the matter
to the touch of proof; I was bound, out of mere self-respect, to carry it
through; and little as I liked the sound of what I heard, and slow as I began
to travel, I still kept asking my way and still kept advancing.
It was drawing on to sundown when I met a stout, dark,
sour-looking woman coming trudging
down a hill; and she, when I had put my usual question, turned sharp about,
accompanied me back to the summit she had just left, and pointed to a great
bulk of building standing very bare upon a green in the bottom of the next
valley. The country was pleasant round about, running in low hills, pleasantly
watered and wooded, and the crops, to my eyes, wonderfully good; but the house
itself appeared to be a kind of ruin; no road led up to it; no smoke arose from
any of the chimneys; nor was there any semblance of a garden. My heart sank.
"That!" I cried.
The woman's face lit up with a malignant anger. "That is the house
of Shaws!" she cried. "Blood built it; blood stopped the building of
it; blood shall bring it down. See here!" she cried again—"I spit
upon the ground, and crack my thumb at it! Black be its fall! If you see the landowner,
tell him what you hear; tell him this makes the twelve hundred and nineteen
time that Jennet Clouston has called down the curse on him and his house, drank
and stable, man, guest, and master, wife, miss, or child—black, black be their
fall!"
And the woman, whose voice had risen to a kind of sinister sing-song,
turned with a jump, and was gone. I stood where she left me, with my hair on
end. In those days folk still believed in witches and trembled at a curse; and
this one, falling so forcefully, like a wayside omen, to arrest me ere I
carried out my purpose, took the strength out of my legs.
I sat me down and stared at the house of Shaws. The more I looked, the
pleasanter that country-side appeared; being all set with hawthorn bushes full
of flowers; the fields dotted with sheep; a fine flight of rooks in the sky;
and every sign of a kind soil and climate; and yet the barrack in the midst of
it went sore against my fancy. (easier English)
Excerpt from Kidnapped, Robert Louis Stevenson
Vocabulary
Firth: estuary
Fifes: flutes
Trudge: To walk in a laborious, heavy-footed way
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