Gilian The Dreamer | Page 3

school, and the women with wide flowing clothes, and
flowered bonnets on their heads, though so different from the children
of the glen and its familiar dames with piped caps, or maids with
snooded locks--all was pleasant to his wondering view. He seemed to
know and understand them at the first glance, deeper even than he
knew or understood the common surroundings of his life in Ladyfield;
he felt at times more comfort in the air of those lanes and closes though
unpleasantly they might smell (if it was the curing season and the
gut-pots reeked at the quay) than in the winds of the place he came
from, the winds of the wilds, so indifferent to mankind, the winds of
the woods, sacred to the ghosts, among whom a boy in a kilt was an

intruder, the winds of the hills, that come blowing from round the
universe and on the most peaceful days are but momentary visitors,
stopping but to tap with a branch at the window, or whistle mockingly
in a vent.
In spite of their mockery of him, Gilian always loved the children of
the town. At first when they used to see him come through the arches
walking hurriedly, feeling his feet in unaccustomed shoes awkward and
unmanageable, and the polish of his face a thing unbearable, they
would come up in wonder on his heels and guess at his identity, then
taunt him for the rustic nature of his clothing.
"Crotal-coat, crotal-coat, there are peats in your brogues!" they would
cry; or "Hielan'-man, hielan'-man, go home for your fuarag and brose!"
They were strange new creatures to him, foreigners quite, and cruel,
speaking freely a tongue he knew not but in broken parts, yet deep in
his innermost there was a strange feeling that he was of their kind. He
wished he could join them in their English play, or better far, that he
might take them to the eagle's nest in Stob Bhan, or the badgers' hamlet
in Blaranbui, or show them his skill to fetch the deer at a call, in the
rutting time, from the mud-wallows above Carnus. But even yet, he
was only a stranger to the boys of the town, and as he went down the
street in the drenching rain that filled the syvers to overflowing and
rose in a smoke from the calm waters of the bay, they cried
"Crotal-coat, crotal-coat," after him.
"Ah," said he to himself, inly pleased at their ignorance, "if I cared,
could I not make them ashamed, by telling them they were mocking a
boy without a home?"
Kept by the rain closer than usual to the shelter of the closes, the
scamps to-day went further than ever in their efforts to annoy the
stranger; they rolled stones along the causey so that they caught him on
the heels, and they ran out at the back ends of their closes as he passed,
and into others still before him, so that his progress down the town was
to run a gauntlet of jeers. But he paid no heed; he was of that gifted
nature that at times can treat the most bitter insults with indifference,

and his mind was taken up with the manner of his message.
When he came to the Cross-houses he cast about for the right close in a
place where they were so numerous that they had always confused him,
and a middle-aged woman with bare thick arms came out to help him.
"You'll be looking for some one?" said she in Gaelic, knowing him no
town boy.
He was standing as she spoke to him in a close that had seemed the one
he sought, and he turned to tell her where he was going.
"Oh yes," said the woman, "I know her well. And you'll be from the
glen, and what's your errand in the town to-day? You are from
Drimfern? No, Ladyfield! It is a fine place Ladyfield; and how is the
goodwife there?"
"She is dead," said Gilian hurriedly.
"God, and that is a pity too!" said the woman, content now that the
news was hers. "You are in the very close you are looking for," and she
turned and hurried up the street to spread the news as fast as could be.
The boy turned away, angry with himself to have blurted out his news
to the first stranger with the curiosity to question him, and halfway up
the stairs he had to pause a little to get in the right mood for his errand.
Then he went up the remaining steps and rapped at the door.
"Come in," cried a frank and hearty woman's voice. He put down the
sneck with his thumb and pushed in the door and followed.
A little window facing