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JAVA
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Y. Daniel Liang
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Many of you have provided feedback on earlier editions of this book, and your comments and
suggestions have greatly improved the book. This edition has been substantially enhanced in
presentation, organization, examples, exercises, and supplements. The new edition:
■ Replaces Swing with JavaFX. JavaFX is a new framework for developing Java GUI pro- what is new?
grams. JavaFX greatly simplifies GUI programming and is easier to learn than Swing.
■ Introduces exception handling, abstract classes, and interfaces before GUI programming to
enable the GUI chapters to be skipped completely if the instructor chooses not to cover GUI.
■ Covers introductions to objects and strings earlier in Chapter 4 to enable students to use
objects and strings to develop interesting programs early.
■ Includes many new interesting examples and exercises to stimulate student interests. More
than 100 additional programming exercises are provided to instructors only on the Com-
panion Website.
Please visit www.pearsonhighered.com/liang for a complete list of new features as well as
correlations to the previous edition.
The book is fundamentals first by introducing basic programming concepts and techniques fundamentals-first
before designing custom classes. The fundamental concepts and techniques of selection
statements, loops, methods, and arrays are the foundation for programming. Building this
strong foundation prepares students to learn object-oriented programming and advanced Java
programming.
This book teaches programming in a problem-driven way that focuses on problem solv- problem-driven
ing rather than syntax. We make introductory programming interesting by using thought-
provoking problems in a broad context. The central thread of early chapters is on problem
solving. Appropriate syntax and library are introduced to enable readers to write programs for
solving the problems. To support the teaching of programming in a problem-driven way, the
book provides a wide variety of problems at various levels of difficulty to motivate students.
To appeal to students in all majors, the problems cover many application areas, including
math, science, business, financial, gaming, animation, and multimedia.
The book seamlessly integrates programming, data structures, and algorithms into one text. data structures
It employs a practical approach to teach data structures. We first introduce how to use various
data structures to develop efficient algorithms, and then show how to implement these data
structures. Through implementation, students gain a deep understanding on the efficiency of
data structures and on how and when to use certain data structures. Finally we design and
implement custom data structures for trees and graphs.
The book is widely used in the introductory programming, data structures, and algorithms
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of programming, object-oriented programming, GUI programming, data structures, algorithms,
concurrency, networking, database, and Web programming. It is designed to prepare students
to become proficient Java programmers. A brief version (Introduction to Java Programming, brief version
Brief Version, Tenth Edition) is available for a first course on programming, commonly known AP Computer Science
as CS1. The brief version contains the first 18 chapters of the comprehensive version. The first
13 chapters are appropriate for preparing the AP Computer Science exam.
The best way to teach programming is by example, and the only way to learn program- examples and exercises
ming is by doing. Basic concepts are explained by example and a large number of exercises
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with various levels of difficulty are provided for students to practice. For our programming
courses, we assign programming exercises after each lecture.
Our goal is to produce a text that teaches problem solving and programming in a broad
context using a wide variety of interesting examples. If you have any comments on and sug-
gestions for improving the book, please email me.
Sincerely,
Y. Daniel Liang
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Pedagogical Features
The book uses the following elements to help students get the most from the material:
■ The Objectives at the beginning of each chapter list what students should learn from the
chapter. This will help them determine whether they have met the objectives after completing
the chapter.
■ The Introduction opens the discussion with representative problems to give the reader an
overview of what to expect from the chapter.
■ Key Points highlight the important concepts covered in each section.
■ Check Points provide review questions to help students track their progress as they read
through the chapter and evaluate their learning.
■ Problems and Case Studies, carefully chosen and presented in an easy-to-follow style,
teach problem solving and programming concepts. The book uses many small, simple, and
stimulating examples to demonstrate important ideas.
■ The Chapter Summary reviews the important subjects that students should under-
stand and remember. It helps them reinforce the key concepts they have learned in the
chapter.
■ Quizzes are accessible online, grouped by sections, for students to do self-test on pro-
gramming concepts and techniques.
■ Programming Exercises are grouped by sections to provide students with opportunities
to apply the new skills they have learned on their own. The level of difficulty is rated as
easy (no asterisk), moderate (*), hard (**), or challenging (***). The trick of learning
programming is practice, practice, and practice. To that end, the book provides a great
many exercises. Additionally, more than 100 programming exercises with solutions are
provided to the instructors on the Companion Website. These exercises are not printed in
the text.
■ Notes, Tips, Cautions, and Design Guides are inserted throughout the text to offer valu-
able advice and insight on important aspects of program development.
Note
Provides additional information on the subject and reinforces important concepts.
Tip
Teaches good programming style and practice.
Caution
Helps students steer away from the pitfalls of programming errors.
Design Guide
Provides guidelines for designing programs.
Part III: GUI Programming (Chapters 14–16 and Bonus Chapter 34)
JavaFX is a new framework for developing Java GUI programs. It is not only useful for
developing GUI programs, but also an excellent pedagogical tool for learning object-oriented
programming. This part introduces Java GUI programming using JavaFX in Chapters 14–16.
Major topics include GUI basics (Chapter 14), container panes (Chapter 14), drawing shapes
(Chapter 14), event-driven programming (Chapter 15), animations (Chapter 15), and GUI
controls (Chapter 16), and playing audio and video (Chapter 16). You will learn the architec-
ture of JavaFX GUI programming and use the controls, shapes, panes, image, and video to
develop useful applications. Chapter 34 covers advanced features in JavaFX.
Part IV: Data Structures and Algorithms (Chapters 18–29 and Bonus Chapters 40–41)
This part covers the main subjects in a typical data structures and algorithms course. Chapter 18
introduces recursion to write methods for solving inherently recursive problems. Chapter 19
presents how generics can improve software reliability. Chapters 20 and 21 introduce the
Java Collection Framework, which defines a set of useful API for data structures. Chapter 22
discusses measuring algorithm efficiency in order to choose an appropriate algorithm for
applications. Chapter 23 describes classic sorting algorithms. You will learn how to implement
several classic data structures lists, queues, and priority queues in Chapter 24. Chapters 25 and
26 introduce binary search trees and AVL trees. Chapter 27 presents hashing and implement-
ing maps and sets using hashing. Chapters 28 and 29 introduce graph applications. The 2-4
trees, B-trees, and red-black trees are covered in Bonus Chapters 40–41.
Part V: Advanced Java Programming (Chapters 30–33 and Bonus Chapters 35–39, 42)
This part of the book is devoted to advanced Java programming. Chapter 30 treats the use
of multithreading to make programs more responsive and interactive and introduces parallel
programming. Chapter 31 discusses how to write programs that talk with each other from
different hosts over the Internet. Chapter 32 introduces the use of Java to develop database
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projects. Chapter 33 introduces modern Web application development using JavaServer Faces.
Chapter 35 delves into advanced Java database programming. Chapter 36 covers the use of
internationalization support to develop projects for international audiences. Chapters 37 and
38 introduce how to use Java servlets and JavaServer Pages to generate dynamic content from
Web servers. Chapter 39 discusses Web services. Chapter 42 introduces testing Java programs
using JUnit.
Appendixes
This part of the book covers a mixed bag of topics. Appendix A lists Java keywords.
Appendix B gives tables of ASCII characters and their associated codes in decimal and in
hex. Appendix C shows the operator precedence. Appendix D summarizes Java modifiers and
their usage. Appendix E discusses special floating-point values. Appendix F introduces num-
ber systems and conversions among binary, decimal, and hex numbers. Finally, Appendix G
introduces bitwise operations. Appendix H introduces regular expressions. Appendix I covers
enumerated types.
VideoNotes
We are excited about the new VideoNotes feature that is found in this new edition. These VideoNote
videos provide additional help by presenting examples of key topics and showing how to
solve problems completely, from design through coding. VideoNotes are available from
www.pearsonhighered.com/liang.
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Algorithm Animations
Animation We have provided numerous animations for algorithms. These are valuable pedagogical tools
to demonstrate how algorithms work. Algorithm animations can be accessed from the Com-
panion Website.
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank Armstrong Atlantic State University for enabling me to teach what I
write and for supporting me in writing what I teach. Teaching is the source of inspiration for
continuing to improve the book. I am grateful to the instructors and students who have offered
comments, suggestions, bug reports, and praise.
This book has been greatly enhanced thanks to outstanding reviews for this and previous
editions. The reviewers are: Elizabeth Adams (James Madison University), Syed Ahmed (North
Georgia College and State University), Omar Aldawud (Illinois Institute of Technology), Stefan
Andrei (Lamar University), Yang Ang (University of Wollongong, Australia), Kevin Bierre
(Rochester Institute of Technology), David Champion (DeVry Institute), James Chegwidden
(Tarrant County College), Anup Dargar (University of North Dakota), Charles Dierbach (Towson
University), Frank Ducrest (University of Louisiana at Lafayette), Erica Eddy (University of
Wisconsin at Parkside), Deena Engel (NewYork University), Henry A. Etlinger (Rochester Institute
of Technology), James Ten Eyck (Marist College), Myers Foreman (Lamar University), Olac
Fuentes (University of Texas at El Paso), Edward F. Gehringer (North Carolina State University),
Harold Grossman (Clemson University), Barbara Guillot (Louisiana State University), Stuart
Hansen (University of Wisconsin, Parkside), Dan Harvey (Southern Oregon University), Ron
Hofman (Red River College, Canada), Stephen Hughes (Roanoke College), Vladan Jovanovic
(Georgia Southern University), Edwin Kay (Lehigh University), Larry King (University of
Texas at Dallas), Nana Kofi (Langara College, Canada), George Koutsogiannakis (Illinois
Institute of Technology), Roger Kraft (Purdue University at Calumet), Norman Krumpe (Miami
University), Hong Lin (DeVry Institute), Dan Lipsa (Armstrong Atlantic State University),
James Madison (Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute), Frank Malinowski (Darton College),
Tim Margush (University of Akron), Debbie Masada (Sun Microsystems), Blayne Mayfield
(Oklahoma State University), John McGrath (J.P. McGrath Consulting), Hugh McGuire (Grand
Valley State), Shyamal Mitra (University of Texas at Austin), Michel Mitri (James Madison
University), Kenrick Mock (University of Alaska Anchorage), Frank Murgolo (California
State University, Long Beach), Jun Ni (University of Iowa), Benjamin Nystuen (University of
Colorado at Colorado Springs), Maureen Opkins (CA State University, Long Beach), Gavin
Osborne (University of Saskatchewan), Kevin Parker (Idaho State University), Dale Parson
(Kutztown University), Mark Pendergast (Florida Gulf Coast University), Richard Povinelli
(Marquette University), Roger Priebe (University of Texas at Austin), Mary Ann Pumphrey (De
Anza Junior College), Pat Roth (Southern Polytechnic State University), Amr Sabry (Indiana
University), Ben Setzer (Kennesaw State University), Carolyn Schauble (Colorado State
University), David Scuse (University of Manitoba), Ashraf Shirani (San Jose State University),
Daniel Spiegel (Kutztown University), Joslyn A. Smith (Florida Atlantic University), Lixin
Tao (Pace University), Ronald F. Taylor (Wright State University), Russ Tront (Simon Fraser
University), Deborah Trytten (University of Oklahoma), Michael Verdicchio (Citadel), Kent
Vidrine (George Washington University), and Bahram Zartoshty (California State University
at Northridge).
It is a great pleasure, honor, and privilege to work with Pearson. I would like to thank Tracy
Johnson and her colleagues Marcia Horton, Yez Alayan, Carole Snyder, Scott Disanno, Bob
Engelhardt, Haseen Khan, and their colleagues for organizing, producing, and promoting this
project.
As always, I am indebted to my wife, Samantha, for her love, support, and encouragement.
BRIEF CONTENTS
1 Introduction to Computers, Programs, 29 Weighted Graphs and Applications 1061
and Java 1 30 Multithreading and Parallel Programming 1097
2 Elementary Programming 33 31 Networking 1139
3 Selections 75 32 Java Database Programming 1173
4 Mathematical Functions, Characters, 33 JavaServer Faces 1213
and Strings 119
5 Loops 157
6 Methods 203
7 Single-Dimensional Arrays 245 Chapters 34–42 are bonus Web chapters
8 Multidimensional Arrays 287 34 Advanced JavaFX 34-1
9 Objects and Classes 321 35 Advanced Database Programming 35-1
10 Object-Oriented Thinking 365 36 Internationalization 36-1
11 Inheritance and Polymorphism 409 37 Servlets 37-1
12 Exception Handling and Text I/O 449 38 JavaServer Pages 38-1
13 Abstract Classes and Interfaces 495 39 Web Services 39-1
14 JavaFX Basics 535 40 2-4 Trees and B-Trees 40-1
15 Event-Driven Programming 41 Red-Black Trees 41-1
and Animations 585 42 Testing Using JUnit 42-1
16 JavaFX UI Controls and Multimedia 629
17 Binary I/O 677
18 Recursion 705 Appendixes
19 Generics 737 A Java Keywords 1263
20 Lists, Stacks, Queues, B The ASCII Character Set 1266
and Priority Queues 761
C Operator Precedence Chart 1268
21 Sets and Maps 797
D Java Modifiers 1270
22 Developing Efficient Algorithms 821
E Special Floating-Point Values 1272
23 Sorting 861
F Number Systems 1273
24 Implementing Lists, Stacks, Queues,
and Priority Queues 895 G Bitwise Operatoirns 1277
25 Binary Search Trees 929 H Regular Expressions 1278
26 AVL Trees 965 I Enumerated Types 1283
27 Hashing 985
28 Graphs and Applications 1015 Index 1289
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1 Introduction to Computers, Programs,
and Java 1
1.1 Introduction 2
1.2 What Is a Computer? 2
1.3 Programming Languages 7
1.4 Operating Systems 9
1.5 Java, the World Wide Web, and Beyond 10
1.6 The Java Language Specification, API, JDK, and IDE 11
1.7 A Simple Java Program 12
1.8 Creating, Compiling, and Executing a Java Program 15
1.9 Programming Style and Documentation 18
1.10 Programming Errors 20
1.11 Developing Java Programs Using NetBeans 23
1.12 Developing Java Programs Using Eclipse 25
Chapter 3 Selections 75
3.1 Introduction 76
3.2 boolean Data Type 76
3.3 if Statements 78
3.4 Two-Way if-else Statements 80
3.5 Nested if and Multi-Way if-else Statements 81
3.6 Common Errors and Pitfalls 83
3.7 Generating Random Numbers 87
3.8 Case Study: Computing Body Mass Index 89
3.9 Case Study: Computing Taxes 90
3.10 Logical Operators 93
3.11 Case Study: Determining Leap Year 97
3.12 Case Study: Lottery 98
3.13 switch Statements 100
3.14 Conditional Expressions 103
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3.15 Operator Precedence and Associativity 104
3.16 Debugging 106
APPENDIXES
Appendix A Java Keywords 1263
Appendix B The ASCII Character Set 1266
Appendix C Operator Precedence Chart 1268
Appendix D Java Modifiers 1270
Appendix E Special Floating-Point Values 1272
Appendix F Number Systems 1273
Appendix G Bitwise Operations 1277
Appendix H Regular Expressions 1278
Appendix I Enumerated Types 1283
INDEX 1289
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JOHN HETHERINGTON’S DREAM.
By James Smith.
In the days no sae very lang syne, when the auld West Bow o’
Edinburgh was in the deadthraw o’ its glory, there lived an auld
blackymore named Joe Johnson. He was weel kent through a’ the
toun for his great ingenuity in makin’ ships an’ automaton figures—
something like the “Punch and Judy” o’ present times, but mair
exquisitely finished an’—what d’ye ca’ that fine word?—artistic?—
that’s it. Aweel, this man, commonly ca’d Black Joe, lived up a lang
stair in the Bow, on the richt-hand side gaun doun. He made his
livin’ in simmer by the bonnie bits o’ ships he made, displaying them
for sale at the front gate o’ Heriot’s Wark, in Lauriston; an’ whiles he
took a change at the drum an’ pan-pipes, wi’ a wee doggie ca’d
Pincher, that stood on its hint-legs when Joe was playin’, wi’ a tin
saucer in its mouth to haud the coppers. Sometimes, when Joe was
playin’, and naething was comin’ in, the dog wad bite somebody’s leg
by mistake to vary the entertainment, to Joe’s unspeakable delight.
But this was often followed by somebody roaring oot—“Horselip!
Horselip!” an’ then the drumstick flew through the crowd at
somebody’s head, an’ Joe was generally marched to the office
between twa policemen. But for a’ his fiery temper when roused, he
had a kind, canny way wi’ him when civilly treated, an’ wadna hae
wranged a livin’ cratur.
When the lang winter nichts set in, Joe had a show at the fit o’ his
stair; an’ aften the Bow rang wi’ his drum an’ pan-pipes, as he stood
at the outside o’ the show, wi’ a lichtit paper lantern stuck up in
front, whereon was painted a rough sketch o’ Billy Button on the
road to Brentford, the Babes in the Wood, Tam o’ Shanter on his
mare Meg, pursued by the witches, wi’ Cutty Sark makin’ a catch at
Maggie’s tail, or some ither scenic representation. Whiles, when Joe
was burstin’ his black face in the middle o’ a fine tune, some ragged
imp wad roar—
Hey cocky dawdy, hey cocky dow—
Horselip, Horselip’s comin doun the Bow,
Wi’ his drum an’ his pipe, an’ his pipe, pipe, pipe!
Doun went the drum, an’ aff ran Joe after the malicious urchin, the
doggie first and foremost in the chase. For whether the beast had
been trained, or acted through the force o’ instinct, certain it is, that
nae sooner was its maister ca’d “Horselip,” than aff it sprang, an’
fixed its teeth in the shins o’ the first ane that cam in its way.
There was ae New Year’s nicht that an unco mess took place wi’
Joe’s show. There was a wee funny dancin’ figure o’ a man that the
laddies aye ca’d “Tooral”—ane o’ the best figures in the show. This
figure was on the stage singin’ “Tooraladdy,” an’ he was at the last
verse—
Tak the pan an’ break his head—
Tooraladdy, tooraladdy;
That’s a’ as fac’ as death—
when a wild loon, that had been lookin’ on wi’ a greedy e’e an’ a
watery mouth at the figures a’ nicht, unable ony langer to resist
temptation, made a dart at “Tooral,” and vanished wi’ him oot o’ the
show. This created an unco commotion, for when the folk begoud to
rise up in the gallery—it was a’ gallery thegither—as Joe rushed out
after the thief, cryin’ “Polish! polish! polish!—catch a thief! catch a
thief!” the whole rickety concern cam doun wi’ a great crash. But they
didna fa’ far; for it wasna muckle mair than five or six inches frae the
ground a’thegither. But the thief was never gotten that nicht, tho’ it’s
a consolation to ken that he was banished shortly afterwards for
stealin’ a broon tammy an’ a quarter o’ saut butter frae a puir widdy
woman, as she was comin’ out o’ a provision shop in the Canongate.
But Joe was thrown into sic a state wi’ rinnin’ through the toun
after the thief, that next day he was delirious wi’ a ragin’ fever. My
mither lived but an’ ben wi’ Joe; an’ it was while gaun in noo an’ then
to see how the puir body was doing, that a strange interest in Joe’s
history was awakened in her breast. For he had cam oot wi’ some
very strange expressions when lyin’ in the delirious state. Ance or
twice he cried, “Me nebber shoot massa—me nebber shoot massa.
Major murder him broder—me see ’im do it. Got pistol yet—me tell
truth—me no tell lie;” an’ sae he wad gang ravin’ on at this gait for
hours. When at last the fever had abated, an’ Joe was able to come
ben an’ sit doun by my mither’s fireside, she asked him, in her ain
canny way, if he wadna like to gang back again to his native country.
But the black fell a tremblin’, an’ shook his head, sayin’ “Nebber—
nebber—nebber more!” This roused my mither’s curiosity to the
highest pitch, for she was convinced noo, mair than ever, that some
dark history was locked up in the African’s breast. Ae day, a while
after this, Joe cam ben an’ sat doun by the fireside, as usual; for
though the day was scorching hot, being in the heat o’ simmer, the
cratur was aye shiverin’ and cowerin’ wi’ the cauld. Takin oot his
cutty pipe, as usual, he began to fill’t, sayin’—“Missy, me no lib long;
me no strength—me weak as water—me no happy—wish ’im was
dead.”
“What way that?” asked my mither; “by my faith, ye’ll live mony a
lang day yet. Deein’! deil the fear o’ ye!”
But Joe aye shook his head.
“Joe,” says my mither, takin’ his puir wasted hand in her ain,
“there’s something mair than weakness the matter wi’ ye. I ken that,
whatever ye may say; and the best thing for ye to do’s to mak a clean
breast o’t. Whatever ye may say to me, I promise shall be as secret as
the grave. Ye ken me ower weel to doot that.”
Joe lookit earnestly in her face, an’ syne at the door. My mither
cannily closed the door, an’ sat doun beside him. Then the nigger,
cautioning her to mind her promise, telt her a story that sent her to
her bed that nicht wi’ a gey quaking heart. But as this story wadna be
richtly understood to gie’t in the nigger’s strange broken English, I’ll
tell’t in my ain way.
Ten years before Joe cam to Edinburgh, baith him an’ his wife
were slaves on Zedekiah Gilroy’s plantation in Jamaica. This
Zedekiah Gilroy was the second son o’ Colonel Gilroy, o’ Hawkesneb
Hoose. I mind o’ the place mysel’ as weel as if it were yesterday; for
mony a time I’ve passed it on the road to my aunty’s at Cockleburgh.
It’s a gude fourteen hours’ journey frae Edinburgh—try’t ony day ye
like. Aweel, the eldest son o’ this Colonel Gilroy had gotten a
commission in the East India Company, an’ had risen to the rank o’
major in ane o’ the native regiments; but brocht himsel’ into disgrace
there by causing the death o’ ane o’ his servants wi’ his merciless
cruelty, an’ was obliged to sell oot, an’ come hame in disgrace. He
hadna been lang hame, when a letter cam frae his brither, requesting
him to come oot an’ look after his estate, for he had been twice
attacked by yellow fever, an’ was utterly incompetent to look after’t.
His overseers, he said, were rivin’ him oot o’ hoose an’ ha’, an’ a’thing
was gaun wrang thegither. His wife had been struck doun by the
same fell disease, an’ a lowness o’ spirits had ta’en possession o’ him,
that a’ the luxuries o’ high life an’ plenty o’ siller couldna diminish.
His only wish was to see his brither oot beside him, an’ tak for a
while the oversicht o’ his affairs, till health an’ strength blessed him
ance mair. Aweel, under a’ thae circumstances, the auld colonel
advised his son to gang oot an’ do his best to help his brither in his
sair extremity. Sae the major, wi’ an unco show o’ reluctance, at last
consented, an’ aff he gaed to Jamaica, to play the deevil there, as he
had done before in the East Indies.
Major Gilroy wasna lang at Jamaica when an unco change for the
waur took place. There was naething but orderin’, cursin’, swearin’,
an’ lashin’ o’ slaves frae mornin’ till nicht. Joe’s wife was amang the
first that succumbed to the murderous whip, an’ Joe himsel’ cam in
for mair than his share. Rumours soon began to spread that the
maister himsel’ was tyrannised ower by his brither. He was ane o’ the
very kindest o’ maisters to his slaves, until his brither cam like a
frosty blicht, and filled the whole estate wi’ lamentation. Sae this
state o’ things gaed on for nearly six months, when ae day Joe,
exasperated at the inhuman treatment he was receivin’ at the major’s
instigation, took leg-bail to the sea-shore, an’ hid himsel’ amang the
cliffs. There he lurked, day after day, crawlin’ oot at nicht to gather
shell-fish an’ dulse frae the rocks, an’ castin’ his e’e ower the wide
watery waste for the welcome sicht o’ a sail to bear him frae the
accursed spot. Mair than ance he had heard the shouts o’ the
manhunters on his track, intermingling wi’ the terrible bay o’ the
bluidhound. But a’ their vigilance was eluded by the impregnable
nature o’ his position, high up amang the rocks.
On the morning o’ the thirteenth day after his escape, he
cautiously emerged frae his high den, an’ looked around him as
usual. The air was intensely hot, an’ dark-red masses o’ cloud were
fast drivin’ through a black, lowering sky, the certain presage o’ a
fearfu’ storm. The sea lay calm and still, for there wasna a breath o’
wind stirring, an’ flocks o’ sea-birds were filling the sultry air wi’
their harsh, discordant cries. Suddenly a flash o’ forked lichtnin’
illumined the black, murky sky, an’ a loud clap o’ thunder
reverberated amang the mountains. Then the lichtnin’ an’ thunder
became incessant, the sea lashed itsel’ into foam an’ fury, an’ the rain
poured doun in torrents. As the slave surveyed the elements thus
ragin’ in a’ their terrific grandeur, the distant sound o’ carriage-
wheels caught his ear. Nearer an’ nearer they cam, till he recognised
a gig driven by the major comin’ on at a rattlin’ pace. His brither sat
beside him, propped up wi’ shawls and cushions, an’ appeared to be
at that moment in an attitude o’ earnest entreaty; while every noo
and then the faint sound o’ voices in noisy altercation was borne on
the gale that noo roared ower land an’ sea, though what they said it
was utterly impossible to distinguish. The slave looked on, first in
astonishment, an’ syne in horror; for, instead o’ turnin’ the horse’s
head hamewards as the storm cam on, the major persisted in drivin’
richt on through the sands as the spring-tide was fast cornin’ in, in
spite o’ the agonised entreaties o’ his brither to turn. At last the gig
was stopped, as the horse, plunging and restive, went up to the
middle in water. Then a deadly struggle took place that lasted
scarcely a minute, when the report o’ a pistol reverberated amid the
thunder, an’ the next instant the body o’ the invalid was hurled into
the roaring surge. Then, indeed, the horse’s head was turned
hameward, an’ aff went the gig in richt earnest, but no before a wild
yell o’ execration frae the cliff warned the murderer that the deed had
been witnessed by mair than the e’e o’ God abune. Scarcely had the
sound o’ the wheels died away, when the slave descended the lofty
precipitous rocks wi’ the agility o’ a wild cat, an’ plunged into the sea
to save, if it were yet possible, his puir maister. But the dark purple
streaks on the surface o’ the water where the deed was accomplished
telt, ower fearfully, that the sharks were already thrang at their
horrid wark, an’ that a’ hope o’ saving him, if he werena clean deid
after the pistol-shot was fired, was for ever gane. Therefore he
reluctantly swam back to the shore, wi’ barely enough o’ time to save
himsel’. Before scaling the cliff, he lifted the pistol that the murderer,
in the hurry an’ confusion o’ the moment, had left behind him on the
beach. This incident filled the slave wi’ fresh alarm, for it was certain
the major wad come back for’t before lang. Sae a’ that nicht he
wearied sair for the mornin’ to come in. Slowly at last the storm
subsided, as the first pale streaks o’ dawn were visible in the horizon;
an’ as the daylicht lengthened mair an’ mair, he saw a dark speck
floating on the waves, that on a nearer approach proved to be a boat
that had burst frae its moorings frae some ship in the distant
harbour. Fervently thanking God for this providential means o’
deliverance, he descended frae his friendly shelter for the last time,
an’ boldly struck out for the boat, which he reached in safety. Seizing
the oars, he steered oot to the open sea, wi’ a fervent prayer that the
dark drizzly fog that enveloped the ocean wad continue to shield him,
for a time, frae his merciless enemy, till some friendly ship wad tak
him up. It was high time; for he hadna gi’en half-a-dozen strokes,
when the sound o’ angry voices, among which was the major’s, was
borne on the breeze, an’ again the deep-toned bay o’ the bluidhound
nerved his arms wi’ a’ the energy o’ desperation. Farther an’ farther
oot he gaed, battling wi’ the heavily swelling rollers that threatened
every moment to engulph the boat he steered sae bravely. For mony
a lang and weary hour he struggled wi’ the giant waves, enveloped in
fog, till the darkness o’ nicht had nearly set in; an’ he was fast gi’en
up a’ hopes o’ succour, when the tout o’ a horn near at hand warned
him that a ship was bearing doun upon him. He had barely time to
steer oot o’ her way, when he was hailed by the captain, an’ asked
where he cam frae. Joe made answer that he was the sole survivor o’
the Nancy, bound for England, that had sprung a leak, an’ foundered
in last nicht’s gale. At that moment a terrible wave capsized the boat,
and Joe was struggling in the water. But a rope was flung oot to him,
an’ he speedily drew himsel’ on board. This circumstance o’ the
boat’s being swamped was a mercy for Joe; for had the name o’ the
ship she belanged to met the captain’s e’e, the lee wad hae been fand
oot, an’ it micht hae fared waur wi’ him. But the captain treated Joe
wi’ great kindness, and telt him he micht work his passage to Leith,
which was the port o’ their destination. The vessel was a Leith trader
named the William and Mary, an’ was on her passage hame frae the
Island o’ Cuba.
Here, let it be remembered, Joe wasna to be blamed a’thegither for
the doonricht lee he telt the captain. He was a rinaway slave in the
first place, an’ had the captain kent the truth, it’s mair than likely he
wad hae delivered him up at the first port he touched at on the
voyage hame. In the second place, there was nae ither witness o’ the
fearfu’ crime binna himsel’; an’ he had the tact to see that evidence
resting on the sole testimony o’ a rinaway slave, mair especially when
that slave micht be reasonably suspected o’ vindictive feelings
against the murderer, wad be treated wi’ scorn an’ indignation, an’
even add to the horrors o’ his ain death. Therefore Joe kept his ain
coonsel, and when the vessel arrived at Leith, he wandered up to
Edinburgh, and resided for mony a lang year in the West Bow,
makin’ his livin’ in the manner already related, and wi’ the secret
carefully locked up in his breast until now.
“Aweel, Joe,” said my mither, when she had heard him oot, “that’s
an unco story, man. But are ye aware that the auld colonel’s aye livin’
yet, an’ that it wad be a duty to let him ken the truth?” Here Joe
lookit in her face sae pitifu’ an’ imploring like, that she didna find it
in her heart to press the question ony mair at that time. But when the
body gaed awa’ ben, my mither sat thinkin’ and thinkin’ till the day
was far spent; an’ for mony a lang day after that she hadna muckle
peace o’ mind.
Ae mornin’ she put on her bannit and shawl, and said she wadna
be hame till late. Although I was a bit lassie at the time, I jaloused
where she was gaun, but I never let on. It wasna till late, late at nicht
that she cam hame, an’ then she telt me she had been at Hawkesneb
Hoose on a pretence to see if an auld servant she had kent mony a
year sin’ was aye bidin’ there. As she rang the gate-bell, she said a
fearfu’ sense o’ shame an’ disgrace comin’ ower an auld man made
her swither; but there was the lodgekeeper’s wife comin’ to the gate,
an’ it was ower late noo to gang back. She then inquired for ane Jess
Tamson, that had been a servant up at the big hoose three years sin’;
but the woman said she didna ken o’ onybody o’ that name servin’
there noo. My mither said that was an unco pity, as she had cam a
lang way to see her, an’ her feet were sair blistered wi’ the roads. The
woman then opened the gate, an’ asked my mither into the lodge, an’
offered her a cup o’ tea, for which my mither was very thankfu’.
Then, when the twa fell on the crack, my mither said the laird wad be
gey far doon the brae noo, for he was an auld man in Jess’s time. My
mither came oot wi’ this in her ain pawky way, to hear for certain
whether the colonel were dead or livin’.
“The auld colonel’s dead an’ gane a year sin’,” said the woman,
“but his son the major’s expected hame in a month; an’ I’m sure
there has been sic a scrubbin’ an’ cleanin’ an’ hammerin’, that what
wi’ masons, joiners, plasterers, painters, and glaziers, there hasna
been muckle rest for the servants this last fortnicht.”
“An’ is the major married?” asked my mither.
“Married! no as yet,” said the woman. “They say he’s turned unco
silent and cantankerous since his brither’s death, sees naebody, an’
never gangs to sleep without wax candles burnin’ a’ nicht by his
bedside.”
“The major never gangs to sleep without wax candles burnin’ a’
nicht by his bedside!” said my mither, slowly comin’ ower the words
after her. “Deary me, that’s strange!” tryin’ sair to keep in her breath.
“What kind o’ death was’t his brither dee’d o’, hae ye heard?”
“What kind o’ death was’t? It was murder, dounricht murder!” said
the woman; “an’ done too by ane o’ his ain slaves through revenge.
But it was a grand day for the major when his brither dee’d; for he
wasna a month gane when the plantation was selt aff, an’ the major
left Jamaica wi’ mony a braw thousand pound in his pouch.”
My mither then asked if the major cam hame at that time. The
woman said, “No, he had gane to Italy, and aye kept sendin’ letters to
his faither every noo and then, makin’ apologies about his health
being in a delicate state, and declaring his resolution to abide by the
advice o’ his doctors to remain in a warmer climate, in spite o’ the
auld laird’s anxious entreaties for him to come hame. I often used to
wonder at the major’s continued absence; an’ it lookit strange that he
didna come to lay his faither’s head in the grave, though he’s comin’
hame noo. As for the slave that did the deed, they raised a hue an’ cry
after him for a while; but the murderer was never gotten, an’ it’s not
likely he ever will be noo. It seems the major had been gi’en his
brither an airing in a gig, when they were attacked by the slave frae
behind, wha fired a pistol at his brither oot o’ revenge, and then fled,
wounding him mortally. The major pursued, but when he had gane a
lang distance and fand he couldna mak up to him, he cam back to the
spot where the murder had been committed, expecting to see the
body; but, astonishing to relate, the body had disappeared. And the
man that did the deed, as I said before, was never gotten; nor is it
very likely he ever will be, after sic a lang lapse o’ time. It seems he
fled awa to the mountains among the Maroons, as they ca’ them.”
“That’s hard, hard to say,” said my mither; “but God has his ain
ways o’ workin’, lass, an’ maybe the deed’ll be brocht to licht in a way
that you an’ me little dream o’.” Then she rose up, an’ spoke o’ gaun
hame; but the woman wadna hear o’t, sayin’ the nicht was ower far
gane, an’ she wad mak her very welcome to a bed beside the bairns.
At that moment the gudeman himsel’ cam in, an’ seeing her anxiety
to gang awa, he said the mail-coach wad be gaun by in half an hour,
an’ he had nae doot the guard wad gie her a lift into the toun. Sae she
waited till the coach cam by, an’ fortunately got a ride in.
Aweel, when my mither had composed hersel’ a bit, after she had
telt this, she filled her cutty-pipe, an’ begoud to blaw. “Lassie,” says
she to me, after a wee, “fetch doun yer faither’s Bible frae the shelf.”
It aye got the name o’ my faither’s Bible, though he had been deid an’
gane mony a year. Sae I gied her the Bible; an’ then I heard her
slowly readin’ ower thae verses frae the Book o’ Proverbs—“Be not
afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked when it
cometh; for the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot
from being taken.” This she read ower twa-three times to hersel’, an’
syne put a mark at the place, and gaed awa to her bed. And lang after
that, as the puir body lay half doverin’, I heard her comin’ ower and
ower thae bonnie verses, till she was fast asleep. The first thing she
did, when the mornin’ cam in, was to tell Joe o’ her journey an’ its
result. The puir African lifted up his hands in astonishment when she
telt him the murder had been laid to his charge. But she took doun
the Bible again, an’ read ower the verses that had sae powerfully
arrested her attention the nicht before; and as she read them, a
gleam o’ triumphant exultation shone in the e’e o’ the puir nigger—a
look o’ conscious innocence, that dispelled every vestige o’ doot in
my mither’s mind, if she ever had ony, an’ made her sympathise a’
the mair wi’ the lingerin’ agony he had endured since the murder was
committed. He noo declared his readiness to lodge an accusation
against Major Gilroy; for the fear o’ his word being misdooted
vanished as if by magic frae his mind, mair especially when my
mither led him to understand that, being in a free country, nae slave-
owner could touch him, and that his word would be ta’en wi’ the best
white man among them a’. Hooever, my mither advised him no to be
rash, but to bide a wee till the major’s arrival, as an accusation
preferred against him in his absence micht be construed into an
evidence o’ guilt on the part o’ the accuser; for the wily, lang-headit
bodies o’ lawyers were fit for onything, an’ siller could do an awfu’
lot, an’ mak black look white ony day. Besides, Great Britain was at
this time deeply engaged in the Slave Trade, and micht be ower glad
to tak the major’s part. Sae Joe took her advice, an’ prayed that Job
wad teach him patience.
Three weeks had passed away, when Joe, unable ony langer to
control the wild tumult that reigned in his breast, gaed awa oot to
Hawkesneb Hoose, carryin’ his drum an’ pan-pipes wi’ him as usual.
It had been a drizzly sma’ rain a’ day; an’ when he reached his
journey’s end, as nicht set in, he was wet through an’ through. The
place was a’ in darkness, and as he stood at the gate, an’ looked up
the lang dusky avenue, he half resolved to gang back, an’ trust to
time an’ the retributive justice o’ Heaven to prove his innocence. But
an impulse he couldna resist chained him to the spot, an’ he rang the
gate-bell. Nae answer was returned; a second time’ he rang, but still
wi’ the same result. Then he pushed the gate forward, and to his
surprise it swung heavily back on its hinges. Wi’ an unsteady,
tremblin’ step, he advanced up the dark avenue till he reached the
mansion. The hoose seemed silent an’ deserted, binna a sma’ licht
that twinkled in ane o’ the lower windows, an’ as he drew nearer, the
sound o’ voices reached his ear. Then the resolve to gang back again
took possession o’ him; but the strange impulse to advance gained
the mastery, an’ he lifted the kitchen knocker. A lass wasna lang in
makin’ her appearance at the door wi’ a lichtit candle in her hand; an’
nae sooner did she see the black man stannin’ oot in the dark than
she gied a roar as if Joe had been the very deevil himsel’. This brocht
ben a’ the rest o’ the servants; an’ a bonnie hurly-burly was set up as
this ane an’ the ither ane wondered hoo he had got in.
“That’s your negligence, Willie Johnston,” said an auld leddy
dressed in black, that appeared to be the hoosekeeper; “I’m sure ye
needna hae been sae thochtless as that, particularly at a time when
the major’s lookit for every minute.”
This was addressed to the keeper o’ the lodge, that had come up to
the big hoose wi’ his wife at the hoosekeeper’s invitation, to while
awa the nicht wi’ a cup o’ tea an’ a dram. Willie Johnston fell a
swearin’, an’ was aboot to lay violent hands on Joe, when the butler,
a wee fat birsy body, but no bad-hearted, ordered him to desist; and
seeing the nicht was sae cauld an’ wat, he brocht Joe into the kitchen,
and thinkin’ him a cadger, he set doun baith bread, meat, an’ beer
before him, tellin’ him to look alive, for it wadna do to stay lang
there. The hoosekeeper didna offer ony objection to this, as mony a
ane wad hae dune; but to tell the truth, it seems that the twa were
unco gracious, for when the tane took whisky, the tither took yill—
sae that settles that. When Joe had sat for a while preein’ the mercies
set before him, ane o’ them—the laundry-maid—gi’en a wistfu’ look
at Joe’s drum an’ pan-pipes, said she hadna haen a dance since gude
kens the time, an’ the cook, an’ the kitchen-maid, an’ a young crater
o’ a flunkey, expressed themsel’s in a similar manner.
“A dance!” cried the hoosekeeper, makin’ a pretence o’ being
angry. “A bonnie daft-like thing it wad be to welcome hame the laird
wi’ a drum an’ pan-pipes, as if he were the keeper o’ a wild-beast
show. A fiddle michtna be sae bad.”
Joe saw what was wanted. It was only a quiet invitation to play for
naething; sae he took a lang heavy pull at the beer-jug, an’ syne
struck up a lilt that set them a’ up on their feet thegither. An’ sae on
he played, tune after tune, until a breathin’ time was ca’ed; an’ the
whisky an’ beer in plenty were again gaun round, when the gate-bell
was rung wi’ great violence.
“Flee for yer life to the gate, Willie Johnston,” cried the
hoosekeeper, “an’ stop that skirlin’. I’m sure I never expected him the
nicht noo, when it’s sae late. What’s to be dune? Haste ye, Sally, to
the major’s room, an’ on wi’ a fire like winkin’!” and in an instant a’
was confusion, an’ every ane stannin’ in each ither’s road.
The soond o’ carriage wheels was heard comin’ up the avenue, and
the lood gruff voice o’ Major Gilroy cursing the carelessness o’ the
lodge-keeper startled every ane there, but nane mair sae than Joe;
for that voice brocht back the past in a’ its terrible reality, an’ he kent
the crisis was comin’ wi’ a crash either for him or his auld relentless
oppressor. But him and his pan-pipes were then as completely
forgotten by the servants as if they had never been there. But as
quietness was at last restored, an’ the major had shut himsel’ up in
his room, wi’ a stern injunction to the butler that he wasna to be
disturbed wi’ supper or onything else that nicht, an’ threatenin’
instant dismissal to the first that gied him ony cause o’ annoyance,
Joe asked the hoosekeeper, wi’ a palpitatin’ heart, if he micht gang
noo.
“No, for a thoosand pound I wadna open that door,” said the
hoosekeeper; “ye had better bide awhile yet till he’s asleep. I never
saw sic a savage-lookin’ man in my life, as he cam in at the front
door. He’s completely changed since I mind o’ him, when he wasna
muckle mair than a laddie. An’ sic a restless, suspicious e’e as he’s
got! I dinna like it—I positively dinna like it. But I’ll never pit up wi’
sic a man—I’ll tak to drink, as sure’s I’m a livin’ woman. An’ what the
deil brocht you here?—makin’ things fifty times waur! Ye’ll never get
oot o’ here this nicht—I’m certain o’ that. An’ yet there’s that brute,”
pointing to Pincher, that a’ this time had been keepin’ quiet under
the table, thrang worryin’ at a big bane—“what’s to be dune if it
barks?”
But Joe gied her to understand there was nae fear o’ that, for he
had him ower weel trained to mak ony disturbance; but oh! he was
anxious—anxious to be off. The woman, hooever, remained
inexorable. There was therefore nae help for’t but to sit doun on a
chair by the kitchen fireside, an’ be slippit oot cannily in the mornin’
before the major was up. Sae they a’ gaed awa to their beds, an’ Joe
was left alane in the kitchen, wi’ Pincher snockerin’ at his side. But
Joe couldna close an e’e, wi’ the intensity o’ his thocht; for here, at
last, had the providence o’ God brocht the murderer and his accuser
beneath the same roof. Joe lay doverin’ an’ waitin’ wearily for the
mornin’ comin’ in. The weather had cleared up, an’ the moon was
streamin’ in through the kitchen windows. The fire had gane oot, an’
the air felt cauld an’ chill; an’ gradually a feeling o’ horror took
possession o’ Joe that he couldna shake off. At last Pincher gaed a
low growl, as if he had heard somebody comin’. Joe could hear
naething at first, but by degrees he became sensible that a step was
advancin’, saft, an’ almost noiseless, doun the kitchen stair; an’
slowly the door opened as a figure dressed in a lang dressin’-goun,
an’ a lichtit wax candle in its hand, entered the kitchen. Speechless
and unable to move, Joe saw his mortal enemy, the major, starin’
him in the face; but as he silently returned the gaze, he became
sensible that it was void o’ consciousness. The major was walkin’ in
his sleep, that was evident, for he kept movin’ up an’ doun the
kitchen, mutterin’ to himsel’. He laid doun the candle on the floor in
ane o’ his rounds, an’ said in a tone sae distinct that Joe could hear
every word—
“Will the sea give up its dead?—No, no. Why does his face always
turn up amid the roaring waves, as if to taunt me with the crime, and
drag me to eternal perdition? Pshaw! it’s but a fancy after all. But the
slave who eluded my vengeance—curses on him!—where is he?
Wandering over the face of the earth, to confront me at last, perhaps,
and accuse me as my brother’s murderer. But will they believe him?
They will not—nay, they dare not—they dare not. Yet oh! the black
countenance of that infernal fiend dogs me wherever I go, and will
not give me peace—peace—peace!”
Then he took up the candle an’ made for the door, drew back, an’
again cam into the kitchen; then left the kitchen a second time, an’
opened the door. The sudden rush o’ the nicht air put oot the candle,
an’ he again entered the kitchen. At that moment he stumbled ower a
chair, an’ Pincher gaed a loud bark, as the major started to his feet,
restored to consciousness. And as the moon’s rays revealed every
surrounding object wi’ a ghastly distinctness, the first sicht that met
his e’e was Joe—Joe stannin’ before him, rigid and motionless—an
auld rusty pistol in his richt hand presented at him, an’ a wild glare o’
rage an’ defiance flashin’ in his unearthly-lookin’ e’en. The
suddenness o’ the appearance o’ this apparition—for apparition he
thocht Joe to be—completely paralysed him for the moment. His
knees gaed knock, knockin’ thegither, as Joe cried—
“Murderer! murderer! murderer! Me tell truth—me no tell lie. You
dam rascal—you villain—me hear to speak truth, and truth me speak
spite of eberyting. Ha! what you say now?”
As Joe said this, he advanced nearer an’ nearer, till the pistol
touched the major’s breast. But there he stood, powerless to resist;
for his belief still was that Joe was a phantom, till the growlin’ o’ the
doggie brocht him to himsel’ mair than onything else; and, fired by
the energy o’ desperation, he made a snatch at the pistol. But the
nigger was ower quick for him; for he sprang past the major, and oot
at the kitchen door that the major had providentially opened in his
sleep, darted doun the avenue and oot at the gate, syne awa at full
speed on his lang journey hame, which he reached by nine o’clock in
the mornin’, mair deid than alive. He cam into my mither’s just as
she sat doun to her tea, an’ gaed her the history o’ his last nicht’s
adventure, as already related. My mither’s advice to him was to gang
directly to the authorities, an’ lodge an accusation. Joe did sae, and
the result was that Captain S——, accompanied by half a dozen
constables, immediately took the coach for Hawkesneb Hoose, which
they reached about seven o’clock.
When they arrived there, the butler, hoosekeeper, an’ a’ the lave o’
them cam out, wonderin’ at seein’ the police authorities,
accompanied by the black man. But when Captain S—— asked, in a
stern manner, if he could see the major, an’ telling the men to watch
the hoose, baith back and front, their surprise was turned into
consternation. The major wasna up yet, the butler said; and his
orders the nicht before were that naebody was to disturb him unless
his bell rang. And it was neither his business nor onybody else’s to
intrude where they werena wanted. On hearing this, the captain
peremptorily demanded to see his maister, otherwise it wad be
necessary to force an entrance into his room. At this the hoosekeeper
and butler baith gaed up, an’ cried the major’s name; but nae answer
cam. Then they tried to open the door, but the door was evidently
locked frae the inside, for it wadna open. When the captain heard
this, he gaed up himsel’, an’ burst open the door. On entering the
room, he lookit round, but could see naething. The bed lay
untouched; there had been naebody there, that was evident. But
there was a sma’ dressing-room that opened frae the bedroom, and
on lookin’ there he saw the major lyin’ in a doubled-up position on
the carpet, wi’ his hands clenched, an’ his e’en starin’ wide open. An
empty phial lay beside him, that telt, ower surely, what he had been
after. The captain placed his hand on his face, but it was quite cauld;
an’ there wasna the least doot that he had been dead for a lang time.
When the captain cam doun and communicated the news, there was
sair wonder an’ astonishment, but no muckle grief, ’od knows. The
major had been a perfect stranger to them a’, except the auld
hoosekeeper; an’ to do the body justice, she shed a tear or twa; but
it’s my belief a third never made its appearance, for a’ she tried.
Naething farther could be done in the matter. The major had
anticipated the demands o’ justice by takin’ justice on himsel’, an’ the
wuddy had been cheated o’ a victim, an’ a multitude o’ morbid
sightseers rightly ungratified. But oh, the joy o’ Joe’s heart when he
cam into my mither’s next mornin’! for it seems they had remained
in the hoose a’ that nicht, till the coach cam by on the Edinburgh
journey. The fear that had hung ower him like a nichtmare was
dispelled for ever, an’ his innocence triumphantly established beyond
the least shadow o’ a doot. Kindly my mither shook him by the hand,
as she said—“The hand o’ God’s been in’t, Joe, my man; an’ praise be
to his name for sendin’ a bonnie glint o’ sunshine oot o’ the lang
dreary darkness that’s encompassed ye. An’ never forget the verses
that gaed ye sic blessed consolation;” an’ saftly an’ solemnly she cam
ower them again—“Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the
desolation of the wicked when it cometh; for the Lord shall be thy
confidence, an’ shall keep thy foot from being taken.” An’ Joe looked
happy an’ contented, an’ never forgot my mither’s kindness.
Joe gaed aboot the streets o’ Edinburgh mony a lang day after this.
He never taen up the show again, that I mind o’; but mony a bonnily
riggit ship he selt at Heriot’s Wark, and on the Earthen Mound,
amang the panoramas and the wild-beast shows, and doun at the
stairs at bonnie auld Shakespeare Square, that’s noo awa; an’ mony a
time hae I heard his drum an’ pan-pipes when I was baith a young
quean an’ a married wife. He dee’d a short time before the richt-hand
side o’ the West Bow was taen doun, an’ there’s no a single vestige
noo to be seen o’ the auld land where the show used to be, wi’ the
lichtit paper-lantern at the door, an’ the pan-pipes playin’
“Tooraladdy,” that cheered sae mony young hearts in the days that
are noo past an’ gane.—From “Peggy Pinkerton’s Recollections.”
THE FIGHT FOR THE STANDARD.
By James Paterson.