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THE town’s bell rang through the dark of the winter morning with queer little jolts and pauses, as if Wanton Wully Oliver, the ringer, had been jovial the night before. A blithe New-Year-time bell; a droll, daft, scatter-brained bell; it gave no horrid alarums, no solemn reminders that commonly toll from steeples and make good-fellows melancholy to think upon things undone, the brevity of days and years, the parting of good company, but a cheery ditty—“boom, boom, ding-a-dong boom, boom ding, hic, ding-dong,” infecting whoever heard it with a kind of foolish gaiety. The burgh town turned on…mehr

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THE town’s bell rang through the dark of the winter morning with queer little jolts and pauses, as if Wanton Wully Oliver, the ringer, had been jovial the night before. A blithe New-Year-time bell; a droll, daft, scatter-brained bell; it gave no horrid alarums, no solemn reminders that commonly toll from steeples and make good-fellows melancholy to think upon things undone, the brevity of days and years, the parting of good company, but a cheery ditty—“boom, boom, ding-a-dong boom, boom ding, hic, ding-dong,” infecting whoever heard it with a kind of foolish gaiety. The burgh town turned on its pillows, drew up its feet from the bed-bottles, last night hot, now turned to chilly stone, rubbed its eyes, and knew by that bell it was the daftest of the daft days come. It cast a merry spell on the community; it tickled them even in their cosy beds. “Wanton Wully’s on the ran-dan!” said the folk, and rose quickly, and ran to pull aside screens and blinds to look out in the dark on window-ledges cushioned deep in snow. The children hugged themselves under the blankets, and told each other in whispers it was not a porridge morning, no, nor Sunday, but a breakfast of shortbread, ham and eggs; and behold! A beautiful loud drum, careless as ’twere a reveille of hot wild youths, began to beat in a distant lane. Behind the house of Dyce the lawyer, a cock that must have been young and hearty crew like to burst; and at the stables of the post-office the man who housed his horses after bringing the morning mail through night and storm from a distant railway station sang a song,— “A damsel possessed of great beauty Stood near by her own father’s gate: The gallant hussars were on duty; To view them this maiden did wait. Their horses were capering and prancing, Their accoutrements shone like a star; From the plains they were quickly advancing,— She espied her own gallant hussar.”
Autorenporträt
Neil Munro, a famous Scottish writer and journalist, wrote the engrossing story "Gilian the Dreamer: His Fancy, His Love, and Adventure." Munro, known for his colorful storytelling and insightful observations of Scottish culture, provides readers with a fully imagined novel that combines aspects of romance, adventure, and introspection. In "Gilian the Dreamer," Munro introduces readers to the title character, Gilian, a young man with a vivid imagination and a desire for adventure. As Gilian travels through Scotland's rocky landscapes, he becomes involved in a series of romantic entanglements and perilous adventures that test his resolve and challenge his perceptions of reality. Munro's work is laced with lyrical beauty and evocative descriptions of the Scottish countryside, transporting readers to a world where dreams and reality meet. Munro uses Gilian's experiences to explore themes of love, longing, and the transformational power of the imagination. As Gilian sets off on a journey of self-discovery, Munro challenges readers to consider the nature of dreams and the pursuit of passion in the face of adversity. With its vibrant characters, wide settings, and timeless themes, "Gilian the Dreamer" exemplifies Munro's literary prowess and lasting legacy in Scottish literature.