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Geoff
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I have often wondered if we should organise a sponsored walk from Wigham's Inn in Sanquhar, Dumfriesshire, Burns Corridor to The Old Mill Inn in New Cumnock, Ayrshire, Burns Corridor, in remembrance of the ride Robert Burns was forced to make on a cold and frosty January night after being asked to leave.

 

In Burns day a Scots mile was the same length as the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, 1.8 km / 1.1 English miles.  English miles were imposed on Scotland in 1824 by an Act of Parliament.

 

Robert Burns spoke of Scots miles in the first verse of Tam O' Shanter but could he have been thinking of those freezing t t ten miles, as the crow flies, from Sanquhar to New Cumnock I wonder.

"While we sit bousing at the nappy,

An' getting fou and unco happy,

We think na on the lang Scots miles,

The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,

That lie between us and our hame,

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,

Gathering her brows like gathering storm,

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm."

 

(I'm being a wee bit cryptic here folks, trying to be punny:D)

 

Cheers, Geoff

 

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January 1, 2010 at 5:48 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Geoff
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[quote]The enclosed ode is a compliment to the memory of the late Mrs. Oswald of Auchencruive. You probably knew her personally, an honour of which I cannot boast ; but I spent my early years in her neighbourhood, and among her servants and tenants I know that she was detested with the most heartfelt cordiality. However, in the particular part of her conduct which roused my poetic wrath she was much less blameable. In January last, on my road to Ayrshire, I had put up at Bailie Whigham's, in Sanquhar, the only tolerable inn in the place.

The frost was keen, and the grim evening and howling wind were ushering in a night of snow and drift. My horse and I were both much fatigued with the labors of the day, and just as my friend the Bailie and I were bidding defiance to the storm, over a smoking bowl, in wheels the funeral pageantry of the late great Mrs. Oswald, and poor I am forced to brave all the horrors of the tempestuous night, and jade my horse, my young favourite horse, whom I had just christened Pegasus, twelve miles farther on, through the wildest moors and hills of Ayrshire, to New Cumnock, the next inn. The powers of poesy and prose sink under me when I would describe what I felt. Suffice it to say that when a good fire at New Cumnock had so far recovered my frozen sinews, I sat down and wrote the inclosed ode.[/quote]

 

Under the pseudonym of Tim Nettles, Burns wrote a 'stinging letter to the Star prefacing the 'Ode,Sacred to the memory of Mrs. Oswald, of Auchencruive'.

See: http://www.robertburns.org/encyclopedia/OswaldofAuchencruiveMrsMaryd1788.695.shtml

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January 5, 2010 at 11:17 AM Flag Quote & Reply

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