Then there wuz Charles XII. of Sweden, Charles II. and Cromwell, and lots of picters by Turner and other great artists.
The house from top to bottom wuz full to over-flowin’ with objects of interest. I could have stayed there for days and not seen half, but Time and Martin wuz a-hastenin’.
And we went from there to Dryburgh Abbey, to see the spot where Scott wuz buried.
We see his tomb and the place where his ancestors are buried. His son-in-law, Mr. Lockhart, who wrote Scott’s biography, is buried here.
In Dryburgh Abbey we see the winder where the White Maid of Avenal ust to appear.
But she didn’t appear to us, much as I’d loved to seen her (right there in broad daylight, with my pardner with me).
The Abbey is said to be hanted, mebby by them who have been imprisoned and tortured in the dungeons onderneath.
There are holes in the walls where the hands of prisoners were held by heavy wedges.
It don’t seem right to have a meetin’-house used to torture folks in, and so I told Josiah.
But he said that he didn’t know about it; he thought once in awhile it would do good to jest pinch Deacon Garvin’s thumb a little, to make him do right, or to make Deacon Bobbett come to terms, when he got too rambunktious to business meetin’s and wanted his own way.