Chapter V: Part 5

These three months, I can find nothing to do. I am a burden on Jeanie and her husband. I wish I was a soldier again. I cannot even get labouring work. God will bless those, I hope, who have been good to me. I have seen my folly. I would be useful, but can get nothing to do. My mother is at her rest,--God receive her soul!--I will go to South America. Maria de Parides will put me in a way to do for myself, and be a burden to no one. Or, I shall go to Spain, and live in Boho.--I will go to Buenos Ayres.--Farewell! John, this is all I have to leave you. It is your’s: do with it as you think proper. If I succeed in the South, I will return and lay my bones beside my parents: if not, I will never come back.

FINIS.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] A ruinous castle on the shore.

[2] A rocky islet in the river Forth.

[3] Many of the Scottish Highlanders are Roman Catholics, particularly those of the name of M‘Donald.

[4] A favourite national air.

[5] The last day of the year is so called in Scotland.

[6] Kitt, a term for a soldier’s necessaries.

[7] Thin flat cakes.

[8] From purgatory.

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Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:

better than our own commandders;=> better than our own commanders; {pg 85}

On the the fourth=> On the fourth {pg 122}

but never came up up with the enemy=> but never came up with the enemy {pg 129}

and giving me a a pancake => and giving me a pancake {pg 210}

when we we were all turned out=> when we were all turned out {pg 211}