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appearance, in my country
habit, and that all dusty from the road, consorted ill with the greatness of the place to
which I was bound. But after two, or maybe three, had given me the same look and the
same answer, I began to take it in my head there was something strange about the Shaws
itself.
The better to set this fear at rest, I changed the form of my inquiries; and spying an
honest fellow coming along a lane on the shaft of his cart, I asked him if he had ever
heard tell of a house they called the house of Shaws.
He stopped his cart and looked at me, like the others.
"Ay" said he. "What for?"

"It's a great house?" I asked.
"Doubtless," says he. "The house is a big, muckle house."
"Ay," said I, "but the folk that are in it?"
"Folk?" cried he. "Are ye daft? There's nae folk there--to call folk."
"What?" say I; "not Mr. Ebenezer?"
"Ou, ay" says the man; "there's the laird, to be sure, if it's him you're wanting. What'll like
be your business, mannie?"
"I was led to think that I would get a situation," I said, looking as modest as I could.
"What?" cries the carter, in so sharp a note that his very horse started; and then, "Well,
mannie," he added, "it's nane of my affairs; but ye seem a decent-spoken lad; and if ye'll
take a word from me, ye'll keep clear of the Shaws."
The next person I came across was a dapper little man in a beautiful white wig, whom I
saw to be a barber on his rounds; and knowing well that barbers were great gossips, I
asked him plainly what sort of a man was Mr. Balfour of the Shaws.
"Hoot, hoot, hoot," said the barber, "nae kind of a man, nae kind of a man at all;" and
began to ask me very shrewdly what my business was; but I was more than a match for
him at that, and he went on to his next customer no wiser than he came.
I cannot well describe the blow this dealt to my illusions. The more indistinct the
accusations were, the less I liked them, for they left the wider field to fancy. What kind of
a great house was this, that all the parish should start and stare to be asked the way to it?
or what sort of a gentleman, that his ill-fame should be thus current on the wayside? If an
hour's walking would have brought me back to Essendean, had left my adventure then
and there, and returned to Mr. Campbell's. But when I had come so far a way already,
mere shame would not suffer me to desist till I had put the matter to the touch of proof; I
was bound, out of mere self-respect, to carry it through; and little as I liked the sound of
what I heard, and slow as I began to travel, I still kept asking my way and still kept
advancing.
It was drawing on to sundown when I met a stout, dark, sour-looking woman coming
trudging down a hill; and she, when I had put my usual question, turned sharp about,
accompanied me back to the summit she had just left, and pointed to a great bulk of
building standing very bare upon a green in the bottom of the next valley. The country
was pleasant round about, running in low hills, pleasantly watered and wooded, and the
crops, to my eyes, wonderfully good; but the house itself appeared to be a kind of ruin;
no road led up to it; no smoke arose from any of the chimneys; nor was there any
semblance of a garden. My heart sank. "That!" I cried.
The woman's face lit up with a malignant anger. "That is the house of Shaws!" she cried.

"Blood built it; blood stopped the building of it; blood shall bring it down. See here!" she
cried again--"I spit upon the ground, and crack my thumb at it! Black be its fall! If ye see
the laird, tell him what ye hear; tell him this makes the twelve hunner and nineteen time
that Jennet Clouston has called down the curse on him and his house, byre and stable,
man, guest, and master, wife, miss, or bairn--black, black be their fall!"
And the woman, whose voice had risen to a kind of eldritch sing-song, turned with a skip,
and was gone. I stood where she left me, with my hair on end. In those days folk still
believed in witches and trembled at a curse; and this one, falling so pat, like a wayside
omen, to arrest me ere I carried out my purpose, took the pith out of