Border Ghost Stories Part 7
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'Will ye put your faith, or lack o't, tae the proof?' here inquired the caustic ancient herd. 'I'se haud ye a wager ye winna walk doon the burn the morrow nicht at the deid hour, past the stane where "Parcy" was slain, and up on beyond the kirkyaird, and on tae the manse. Maybe it's a mile, an' to-morrow's the nicht o' Hallow E'en when the deid walk.
Here's my s.h.i.+lling against whatever ye like to lay doon,' and as the ancient spoke he drew a long, thin leathern purse from his trouser pocket, plucked forth a s.h.i.+lling, and set it down with a bang on the table.
'And there's my sovereign alongside it,' cried the visitor vaingloriously.
'Aweel,' the ancient continued, 'the Meenister can be the stake-holder, an' the landlord can set ye awa as the clock strikes twalve the morrow nicht. If ye win through to the manse your lane ye'll hae won my s.h.i.+llin'; if no', the Meenister will hae a sovereign i' the ladle next Sawbath.'
The landlord a.s.sented, the others all approved the suggestion, the Minister placed the stakes carefully into his waistcoat pocket, and the aged shepherd departed, chuckling to himself over his wager.
The Minister continued to converse about ghosts for a minute or more, then he too rose, saying that 'the wife' would be getting nervous if she 'wanted' him much longer.
As soon as he was out upon the road he sped on after the retreating footsteps of the shepherd, and he hailed him through the gloom. As he came up with him he said quietly, 'Come awa to the manse and we'll hae a bit crack.'
Hallow E'en drew on stormy and dark, and Elliot at the inn began to regret that he had ever accepted the wager, though for very shame he could not now withdraw from his forbidding task. At a quarter to twelve then precisely, having fortified himself with a final dram and lighted a cigar, he set forth upon his mission. He knew the path quite well, and could make no pretence at missing his way, but when he had crossed the burn by the shaking little wire suspension bridge sudden fear a.s.sailed him. There was a gusty wind sweeping drumly clouds athwart the sky--faintly illuminated by the dying moon; now a few stars appeared momentarily, then a swathe of darkness enveloped all. The old kirkyard, with its tottering headstones grouped around the black kirk, had an eldritch look in the murky night, and Elliot's heart sank into his boots as he drew nigh.
The clouds had lifted as he walked swiftly but unsteadily onward. What was that? He heard something move, and looked about him fearfully.
Suddenly from beside the little kirkyard gate a monstrous form rose up--soot-black, horned, and threatening. It advanced upon him, tossing its horrid horns, but without speaking. _Could it be 'Auld Clootie'
himself?_
Elliot's knees became as water; he staggered on, but at that very moment a terrible bray resounded from the hollow on his left, and Elliot, overcome with terror, fell to the earth. 'Minister Macgregor,' he yelled; 'O Minister, come help me! All the devils i' h.e.l.l are loosed about me.' The horned figure drew closer, brandis.h.i.+ng his horns, and Elliot believing his last hour was come wailed forth his confession of sin.
'I hae done wrang,' he moaned aloud; 'I promised Jeannie to mak her an honest woman, but I haena done it. But I will, I swear it, by Heaven above. Minister Macgregor,' he yelled again, 'come, help me, or I'll gang clean daft.' Shaking like an aspen leaf he lay upon the ground and covered his eyes with his hands, whilst he endeavoured to say a prayer.
Then he felt something touch him on the shoulder, and he broke into an agonised yell.
'Whisht, then, whisht!' said a kindly voice in his ear. A friendly hand gripped him below the oxter, and, peering up, he discerned the Minister.
'Eh, Minister,' cried Elliot in a paroxysm of joy, 'ye hae saved me--saved me,' then he burst into tears.
'Come awa, come awa,' said the Reverend Alexander Macgregor gently, 'come awa up wi' me to the manse.'
Clinging to his benefactor, Elliot rose to his feet and stumbled forward as swiftly as his shaking limbs permitted.
'Whaur is he?' he inquired tremulously, keeking about fearfully.
'Wha d' ye mean?' replied the Minister. 'Is 't "Parcy" ye hae seen?'
'Waur nor that; waur nor that,' replied the other. 'I believe 'twas _him_.'
'Anither fifty yards an' we'll be hame,' said the Minister. 'See, there's the licht i' the windie showing fine.'
As soon as they were within doors the Minister placed his trembling companion in the old leathern chair in his little sanctum, made up the fire, and poured him out a gla.s.s of whisky with hot water from the kettle that was opportunely ready on the hob.
'And now, Minister,' said the rescued one, after imbibing the goodly contents of his gla.s.s, 'what can I do for ye by way o' recompense for saving me the night?'
'Did I hear ye confessin' that ye had wranged a la.s.s--by name Jeannie?'
asked the minister, seriously, by way of answer.
'Ay, ye did that,' replied the penitent fervently, 'and I swore to right her. I'll mak her my wife at aince; I swear it again--before ye.'
'I'll haud ye to it, mind,' said the Minister gravely; then he inquired thoughtfully, 'What wull ye do by way o' further recompense for being saved the nicht?' He paused. 'Weel,' he continued, 'there's some that had sinned like ye i' the auld times that desired to prove their repentance and their grat.i.tude to Heaven for timeous rescue by some outward an' visible symbol, sic, for example, as building a kirk or foundin' an orphanage.'
'Eh, but, Minister,' e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the penitent, turning white again, 'yon's a work for kings and suchlike, no' for a poor farmer like me.'
'A puir farmer,' commented his mentor, 'is no' ane that gives 500 for a pedigree bull.' There was silence for a while. The penitent groaned within himself as he regarded the implacable face in front of him. Then he said suddenly, 'No a _kirk_, Minister,' and further ventured wheedlingly, ''tis impossible, but somethin' _for_ the kirk--a new pulpit, for instance, or a bit organ, or some heating for the winter.'
The Minister shook his head.
'The kirk disna care aboot organs, and the folk hereawa are hardy and winna want ony heatin',' he replied slowly; then with the twinkle in his eye he explained further, 'No, that is for _pleesure purposes_.' He reflected a moment or two profoundly, then with a happy inspiration suggested an alternative. 'A stained-gla.s.s windie micht be a guid an'
righteous gift, I'm thinkin'.'
'That's mair like it,' responded the penitent, almost with joy, finis.h.i.+ng off his gla.s.s and holding it out suggestively for replenishment.
'Hoo muckle would it come to, think ye--100 belike?'
The Minister replenished his guest's gla.s.s hospitably before replying.
'We'd best mak it guineas,' he said thoughtfully.
'Right!' cried the other, his spirits visibly rising. 'I've got a cheque-book on me, an' I'll write it out for ye this instant moment.'
The Minister took the cheque silently, dried it carefully on his blotting-pad, then tucked it safely away in his Bible.
'An' noo,' he said to his penitent, 'noo I'll set ye awa for the inn.'
'Ye'll never be for turning me out into the darkness again?' wailed Elliot, his face paling perceptibly.
'I'll gang wi' ye,' replied the Minister, 'I'll guide ye; and wi'
this,' he took up his heavy 'crook,' 'I'll fettle "Auld Hornie."'
'I don't care about the wager,' continued the other, desirous of putting off the evil moment; 'here's the sovereign--for yourself or the old shepherd.'
Serious as before, the Minister took the sovereign and laid it on the Bible as he said:
'If ye dinna gang back to the inn the landlord an' his la.s.sies will be up a' nicht seekin' ye, an' ye'll be the talk o' the hail countryside.'
His visitor sighed heavily and looked wistfully at the whisky bottle, but the Minister was adamant. 'No' anither sup till the windie's in,' he thought to himself.
'Well, Minister,' said his guest with resignation, as he rose slowly up from his chair, 'I'll go back, but keep a close tongue, ye ken.'
'I'm used to daein' that,' replied the other, as he ushered his guest out into the darkness, and led him back to the 'Wool Pack' without mishap.
On his return the Minister paused by the kirk yett, and thus soliloquised:
'I never cared muckle for that camsterie goat o' Ringan's, but he wis gey useful the nicht there's no denyin', whilst as for auld cuddy, dod!
but he was in fell voice, an' cam in punctual as the precentor.' The Reverend Alexander Macgregor thrust out an arm on high, turned about on heel and toe, as though to secret piping. Then he resumed his way to the manse, pondering now what should be the subject of the stained-gla.s.s window. Suddenly he stood stock still. He had it! 'It wull represent Palm Sunday--the entry of our Lord intil the Holy Ceety--_ridin' in on an a.s.s_.'
[Footnote: 1 'Parcy Reed,' the hero of the well-known ballad, was foully slain in Bakinghope above Catcleugh Lough, but his wraith is said to haunt the Rede and to be visible about Rochester.]
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