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Mysy was bedridden by this time, and the smoke threatened to choke her; so Cree, instead of chasing his persecutors, bargained with them. He gave them fly-hooks which he had busked himself, and when he had nothing left to give he tried to flatter them into dealing gently with Mysy by talking to them as men.
Grinder Queery, already a feeble man, would wheel his grindstone along the long high-road, leaving Mysy behind. He took the stone on a few hundred yards, and then, hiding it by the roadside in a ditch or behind a paling, returned for his mother. Her he led sometimes he almost carried her to the place where the grindstone lay, and thus by double journeys kept her with him.
It consisted of Baxter's "Saints' Rest," Harvey's "Meditations," the "Pilgrim's Progress," a work on folk-lore, and several Bibles. The saut-backet, or salt-bucket, stood at the end of the fender, which was half of an old cart-wheel. Here Cree worked, whistling "Ower the watter for Chairlie" to make Mysy think that he was as gay as a mavis.
Before Cree settled down as a weaver, he was knife and scissor-grinder for three counties, and Mysy, his mother, accompanied him wherever he went. Mysy trudged alongside him till her eyes grew dim and her limbs failed her, and then Cree was told that she must be sent to the pauper's home. After that a pitiable and beautiful sight was to be seen.
"Ye'll no tell Bell that?" he asked, anxiously. "Tell her what?" "Aboot me an' Mysy." "We'll see hoo ye behave yersel, Sam'l." "No 'at I care, Eppie; ye can tell her gin ye like. I widna think twice o' tellin' her mysel." "The Lord forgie ye for leein', Sam'l," said Eppie, as he disappeared down Tammy Tosh's close. Here he came upon Henders Webster. "Ye're late, Sam'l," said Henders. "What for?"
But it would be too sad to believe that. The boys left Cree alone that night. The old weaver lived on alone in that solitary house after Mysy left him, and by and by the story went abroad that he was saving money. At first no one believed this except the man who told it, but there seemed after all to be something in it.
Grinder Queery, already a feeble man, would wheel his grindstone along the long high road, leaving Mysy behind. He took the stone on a few hundred yards, and then, hiding it by the roadside in a ditch or behind a paling, returned for his mother. Her he led sometimes he almost carried her to the place where the grindstone lay, and thus by double journeys kept her with him.
Sam'l resented this, and prepared to depart again. "Ye'll no tell Bell that?" he asked, anxiously. "Tell her what?" "Aboot me an' Mysy." "We'll see hoo ye behave yersel', Sam'l." "No 'at I care, Eppie; ye can tell her gin ye like. I widna think twice o' tellin' her mysel'." "The Lord forgie ye for leein', Sam'l," said Eppie, as he disappeared down Tammy Tosh's close.
"But am dootin' ye're a fell billy wi' the lasses." "Ay, oh, I d'na kin; moderate, moderate," said Sam'l, in high delight. "I saw ye," said Eppie, speaking with a wire in her mouth, "gaein' on terr'ble wi' Mysy Haggart at the pump last Saturday." "We was juist amoosin' oorsel's," said Sam'l. "It'll be nae amoosement to Mysy," said Eppie, "gin ye brak her heart."
When Dan'l Wilkie objected to keeping a cranky old body like Mysy in his house, Cree came back to Thrums and took a single room with a hand-loom in it. The flooring was only lumpy earth, with sacks spread over it to protect Mysy's feet.
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