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The Black Dwarf-Part11_WALTER SCOTT(1771-1832)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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mischance should hae happened; but I'll send you twa goats and

twa fat gimmers, man, to make a' straight again. A wise man like



you shouldna bear malice against a poor dumb thing; ye see that a

goat's like first-cousin to a deer, sae he acted but according to



his nature after a'. Had it been a pet-lamb, there wad hae been

mair to be said. Ye suld keep sheep, Elshie, and no goats, where



there's sae mony deerhounds about--but I'll send ye baith."

"Wretch!" said the Hermit, "your cruelty has destroyed one of



the only creatures in existence that would look on me with

kindness!"



"Dear Elshie," answered Hobbie, "I'm wae ye suld hae cause to say

sae; I'm sure it wasna wi' my will. And yet, it's true, I should



hae minded your goats, and coupled up the dogs. I'm sure I would

rather they had worried the primest wether in my faulds.--Come,



man, forget and forgie. I'm e'en as vexed as ye can be--But I am

a bridegroom, ye see, and that puts a' things out o' my head, I



think. There's the marriage-dinner, or gude part o't, that my

twa brithers are bringing on a sled round by the Riders' Slack,



three goodly bucks as ever ran on Dallomlea, as the sang says;

they couldna come the straight road for the saft grund. I wad



send ye a bit venison, but ye wadna take it weel maybe, for

Killbuck catched it."



During this long speech, in which the good-natured Borderer

endeavoured to propitiate the offended Dwarf by every argument he



could think of, he heard him with his eyes bent on the ground, as

if in the deepest meditation, and at length broke forth--



"Nature?--yes! it is indeed in the usual beaten path of

Nature. The strong gripe and throttle the weak; the rich depress



and despoil the needy; the happy (those who are idiots enough to

think themselves happy) insult the misery and diminish the



consolation of the wretched.--Go hence, thou who hast contrived

to give an additional pang to the most miserable of human beings



--thou who hast deprived me of what I half considered as a source

of comfort. Go hence, and enjoy the happiness prepared for thee



at home!"

"Never stir," said Hobbie, "if I wadna take you wi' me, man, if



ye wad but say it wad divert ye to be at the bridal on Monday.

There will be a hundred strapping Elliots to ride the brouze--the



like's no been seen sin' the days of auld Martin of the Preakin-

tower--I wad send the sled for ye wi' a canny powny."



"Is it to me you propose once more to mix in the society of the

common herd?" said the Recluse, with an air of deep disgust.



"Commons!" retorted Hobbie, "nae siccan commons neither; the

Elliots hae been lang kend a gentle race."



"Hence! begone!" reiterated the Dwarf; "may the same evil luck

attend thee that thou hast left behind with me! If I go not with



you myself, see if you can escape what my attendants, Wrath and

Misery, have brought to thy threshold before thee."



"I wish ye wadna speak that gate," said Hobbie. "Ye ken

yoursell, Elshie, naebody judges you to be ower canny; now, I'll



tell ye just ae word for a'--ye hae spoken as muckle as wussing

ill to me and mine; now, if ony mischance happen to Grace, which



God forbid, or to mysell; or to the poor dumb tyke; or if I be

skaithed and injured in body, gudes, or gear, I'll no forget wha



it is that it's owing to."

"Out, hind!" exclaimed the Dwarf; "home! home to your dwelling,



and think on me when you find what has befallen there."

"Aweel, aweel," said Hobbie, mounting his horse, "it serves



naething to strive wi' cripples,--they are aye cankered; but I'll

just tell ye ae thing, neighbour, that if things be otherwise



than weel wi' Grace Armstrong, I'se gie you a scouther if there

be a tar-barrel in the five parishes."



So saying, he rode off; and Elshie, after looking at him with a

scornful and indignant laugh, took spade and mattock, and



occupied himself in digging a grave for his deceased favourite.

A low whistle, and the words, "Hisht, Elshie, hisht!" disturbed



him in this melancholyoccupation. He looked up, and the Red

Reiver of Westburnflat was before him. Like Banquo's murderer,






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