Hast any philosophy in thee, Shepherd?-AS YOU LIKE IT.It was a fine April morning (excepting that it had snowed hard the night before, and theground remained covered with a dazzling mantle of six inches in depth) when twohorsemen rode up to the Wallace Inn. The first was a strong, tall, powerful man, in a greyriding-coat, having a hat covered with waxcloth, a huge silver-mounted horsewhip, boots,and dreadnought overalls. He was mounted on a large strong brown mare, rough in coat,but well in condition, with a saddle of the yeomanry cut, and a double-bitted militarybridle. The man who accompanied him was apparently his servant; he rode a shaggy littlegrey pony, had a blue bonnet on his head, and a large check napkin folded about his neck,wore a pair of long blue worsted hose instead of boots, had his gloveless hands muchstained with tar, and observed an air of deference and respect towards his companion, butwithout any of those indications of precedence and punctilio which are preserved betweenthe gentry and their domestics. On the contrary, the two travellers entered the court-yardabreast, and the concluding sentence of the conversation which had been carrying onbetwixt them was a joint ejaculation, Lord guide us, an this weather last, what will come o'the lambs! The hint was sufficient for my Landlord, who, advancing to take the horse of theprincipal person, and holding him by the reins as he dismounted, while his ostler renderedthe same service to the attendant, welcomed the stranger to Gandercleugh, and, in the samebreath, enquired, What news from the south hielands?
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