Tales And Sketches By The Ettrick Shepherd Vol 2

Author : James Hogg
Publisher : Forgotten Books
ISBN 13 : 9781330731406
Total Pages : 514 pages
Book Rating : 4.7/5 (314 download)

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Download or read book The Tales of James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, Vol. 2 (Classic Reprint) written by James Hogg and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2015-07-05 with total page 514 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from The Tales of James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, Vol. 2 "I Hope the king will not hunt to-day," said Gale, as he sat down on the top of the South Eiidon, and stretched out his lazy limbs in the sun. "If he keep within doors to-day with his yelping beagles, I shall have one day's peace and ease; and my lambs shall have one day's peace and ease; and poor Trimrny shall have one day's peace and ease too. Come hither to me, Trimmy, and tell me what is the reason that you will not hunt with the king's two snow-white beagles?" Trimmy came near, laid her paw on her master's knee, and looked him in the face, but she could not tell him what was the reason that she would not hunt with the king's two beagles, Mooly and Scratch. "I say, tell me, my good Trimmy, what you ail at these beautiful hounds? You wont to be the best follower of a track in all the Merse and Leader; but now, whenever you hear the sound of the horn, and the opening swell of the hounds, you take your tail between your legs and set off for home, as there were something on the hill that were neither good nor cannie. You area very sensible beast, Trimmy, but you have some strange fancies and prejudices that I cannot comprehend." Trimmy cocked her cars, and looked towards the Abbey, then at her matter, and then at the Abbey again. "Ah! I fear you hear them coming that you are cocking your cars at that rate. Then, if that be the case, good morning to you, Trimmy." It was neither the king nor his snow-white beagles that Trimmy winded, but poor Croudy, Gale's neighbour shepherd, who was coming sauntering up the brae, with his black lumpish dog at his foot, that was fully as stupid as himself, and withal as good-natured. Croudy was never lifting his eyes from the ground, but moving on as if he had been enumerating all the little yellow flowers that grew on the hill. Yet it was not for want of thought that Croudy was walking in that singular position, with his body bent forward, and the one ear turned down towards the ground, and the other up. No, no! for Croudy was trying to think all that he could; and all that he could do he could make nothing of it. Croudy had seen and heard wonderful things! "Bless me and my horn!" said he, as he sat down on a stone to vest himself, and try if he could bring his thoughts to any rallying point, it was impossible - they were like a hive of bees when the queen is taken from their head. He took out the little crooked ewe-horn that he kept as a charm; he had got it from his mother, and it had descended to him from many generations; he turned it round in the one hand, and then round in the other hand - he put it upon his finger and twirled it. "Bless me an' my horn!" said he again. Then leaning forward upon his staff, he looked aslant at the ground, and began to moralize. "It is a growing world - ay - the gerse grows; the lambs eat it - they grow - ay - we cat them - we grow - there it goes! - men, women, dogs, bairns, a' cat - a' grow; the yird eats up a' - it grows - what comes o' it? - Hoh! I'm fixed now! - I'm at the end o' my tether. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.