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With this in his hand, the Buckhaven fisherman stood in an irresolute posture; he looked down, and seemed to ask himself what course he should take. "What's wrang?" said Jean Carnie, who, with her neighbors, had observed the men; "I wish yon man may na hae ill news." "What ill news wad he hae?" replied another. "Are ony freends of Liston Carnie here?" said the fisherman.
The moment he found himself alone with Jean Carnie, in his own house, he began to tell her what trouble he was in; how his mother had convinced him of his imprudence in falling in love with Christie Johnstone; and how she insisted on a connection being broken off which had given him his first glimpse of heaven upon earth, and was contrary to common sense.
Carnie, unknown to his colored people, set a steel trap in the barn; some of the negroes, passing the barn before morning, saw Wilkins standing there, but were not aware he was caught.
"Me, impudent? how daur ye speak against my charackter, that's kenned for decency o' baith sides the Firrth." "Oh, ye're sly enough to beguile the men, but we ken ye." Christie. If ye're no ben your hoose in ae minute, I'll say that will gar Liston Carnie fling ye ower the pier-head, ye fool-moothed drunken leear Scairt!"* *A local word; a corruption from the French Sortez.
The viscount, finding himself expected to say something on a topic he had not attended much to, answered dryly: "We must ask the republicans, they are the people that give their minds to such subjects." "And yon man," asked Jean Carnie, "is he a lord, too?" "I am his lordship's servant," replied Saunders, gravely, not without a secret misgiving whether fate had been just.
"I ken wha it is," suddenly squeaked a little fishwife; "it's Christie Johnstone's lad; it's yon daft painter fr' England. Hech!" cried she, suddenly, observing Mrs. Gatty, "it's your son, woman." The unfortunate woman gave a fearful scream, and, flying like a tiger on Liston, commanded him "to go straight out to sea and save her son." Jean Carnie seized her arm.
"Try this, out of Nature's shop," laughed their entertainer; and he offered them, himself, some peaches and things. "Hech! a medi cine!" said Christie. "Nature, my lad," said Miss Carnie, making her ivory teeth meet in their first nectarine, "I didna ken whaur ye stoep, but ye beat the other confectioners, that div ye."
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