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Updated: May 29, 2025
Elspeth was unco clever in her young days, as I can mind right weel, but there was aye a word o' her no being that chancy. Ane suldna speak ill o' the dead mair by token, o' ane's cummer and neighbour but there was queer things said about a leddy and a bairn or she left the Craigburnfoot.
If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? Hae I had a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? Has not my house been burned, wi' my bairn in the cradle? Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others weather'd the gale? Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd penance for my sin? Has not the fire had its share o' them the winds had their part the sea had her part? And oh!" she added, with a lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards Heaven, and then bending her eyes on the floor "O that the earth would take her part, that's been lang lang wearying to be joined to it!"
"There was little clash about it, man," replied Macraw; "he liked this young leddy, ana suld hae married her, but his mother fand it out, and then the deil gaed o'er Jock Webster. At last, the peer lass clodded hersell o'er the scaur at the Craigburnfoot into the sea, and there was an end o't." "An end ot wi' the puir leddy," said the mendicant, "but, as I reckon, nae end o't wi' the yerl."
He approached the old woman as she was seated on her usual settle, and asked her, in a tone as audible as his voice could make it, "Are you Elspeth of the Craigburnfoot of Glenallan?" "Wha is it that asks about the unhallowed residence of that evil woman?" was the answer returned to his query. "The unhappy Earl of Glenallan." "Earl! Earl of Glenallan!"
At times his characters will speak with something far beyond propriety with a true heroic note; but on the next page they will be wading wearily forward with an ungrammatical and undramatic rigmarole of words. The man who could conceive and write the character of Elspeth of the Craigburnfoot, as Scott has conceived and written it, had not only splendid romantic but splendid tragic gifts.
If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? Hae I had a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? Has not my house been burned, wi' my bairn in the cradle? Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others weather'd the gale? Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd penance for my sin? Has not the fire had its share o' them the winds had their part the sea had her part? And oh!" she added, with a lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards Heaven, and then bending her eyes on the floor "O that the earth would take her part, that's been lang lang wearying to be joined to it!"
He approached the old woman as she was seated on her usual settle, and asked her, in a tone as audible as his voice could make it, "Are you Elspeth of the Craigburnfoot of Glenallan?" "Wha is it that asks about the unhallowed residence of that evil woman?" was the answer returned to his query. "The unhappy Earl of Glenallan." "Earl! Earl of Glenallan!"
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