A VOICE.
That winter the old people were greatly tried with rheumatism; for not only were the frosts severe, but there was much rain between.
Their children did all in their power to minister to their wants, and Gibbie was nurse as well as shepherd.He who when a child had sought his place in the live universe by attending on drunk people and helping them home through the midnight streets, might have felt himself promoted considerably in having the necessities of such as Robert and Janet to minister to, but he never thought of that.It made him a little mournful sometimes to think that he could not read to them.Janet, however, was generally able to read aloud.Robert, being also asthmatic, suffered more than she, and was at times a little impatient.
Gibbie still occupied his heather-bed on the floor, and it was part of his business, as nurse, to keep up a good fire on the hearth:
peats, happily, were plentiful.Awake for this cause, he heard in the middle of one night, the following dialogue between the husband and wife.
"I'm growin' terrible auld, Janet," said Robert."It's a sair thing this auld age, an' I canna bring mysel' content wi' 't.Ye see Ihaena been used till't."
"That's true, Robert," answered Janet."Gien we had been born auld, we micht by this time hae been at hame wi't.But syne what wad hae come o' the gran' delicht o' seein' auld age rin hirplin awa' frae the face o' the Auncient o' Days?""I wad fain be contentit wi' my lot, thouch," persisted Robert; "but whan I fin' mysel' sae helpless like, I canna get it oot o' my heid 'at the Lord has forsaken me, an' left me to mak an ill best o' 't wantin' him.""I wadna lat sic a thoucht come intil my heid, Robert, sae lang as Ikenned I cudna draw breath nor wag tongue wantin' him, for in him we leeve an' muv an' hae oor bein'.Gien he be the life o' me, what for sud I trible mysel' aboot that life?""Ay, lass! but gien ye hed this ashmy, makin' a' yer breist as gien 'twar lined wi' the san' paper 'at they hed been lichtin' a thoosan'
or twa lucifer spunks upo'--ye micht be driven to forget 'at the Lord was yer life--for I can tell ye it's no like haein his breith i' yer nostrils.""Eh, my bonny laad!" returned Janet with infinite tenderness, "Imicht weel forget it! I doobt I wadna be half sae patient as yersel'; but jist to help to haud ye up, I s' tell ye what I think Iwad ettle efter.I wad say to mysel' Gien he be the life o' me, Ihae no business wi' ony mair o' 't nor he gies me.I hae but to tak ae breath, be 't hard, be 't easy, ane at a time, an' lat him see to the neist himsel'.Here I am, an' here's him; an' 'at he winna lat's ain wark come to ill, that I'm weel sure o'.An' ye micht jist think to yersel', Robert, 'at as ye are born intil the warl', an' here ye are auld intil't--ye may jist think, I say, 'at hoo ye're jist new-born an auld man, an' beginnin' to grow yoong, an'
'at that's yer business.For naither you nor me can be that far frae hame, Robert, an' whan we win there we'll be yoong eneuch, I'm thinkin'; an' no ower yoong, for we'll hae what they say ye canna get doon here--a pair o' auld heids upo' yoong shoothers.""Eh! but I wuss I may hae ye there, Janet, for I kenna what I wad do wantin' ye.I wad be unco stray up yon'er, gien I had to gang my lane, an' no you to refar till, 'at kens the w'ys o' the place.""I ken no more about the w'ys o' the place nor yersel', Robert, though I'm thinkin' they'll be unco quaiet an' sensible, seein' 'at a' there maun be gentle fowk.It's eneuch to me 'at I'll be i' the hoose o' my Maister's father; an' my Maister was weel content to gang to that hoose; an' it maun be something by ordinar' 'at was fit for him.But puir simple fowk like oorsel's 'ill hae no need to hing down the heid an' luik like gowks 'at disna ken mainners.
