Joseph Knight. James Robertson

Joseph Knight - James  Robertson


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      Joseph Knight

      James Robertson

       Dedication

      For Marianne

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Ballindean, May 1802 / Jamaica, 1760

       Dundee, May 1802

       Jamaica, 1762

       Dundee, May 1802 / Jamaica, 1763

       Ballindean, June 1802

       III: Enlightenment

       Edinburgh, 17 August 1773

       Ballindean, August 1773

       Dundee, 16 November 1773

       Edinburgh, December 1773

       Dundee, June 1802

       Edinburgh, 30 August 1776

       Dundee and Ballindean, October 1802

       Ballindean, 28 November 1802

       Dundee, 15 January 1803 / Edinburgh, 15 January 1778

       From Mr Peter Burnet of Paisley

       IV: Knight

       Dundee, 24 June 1803

       Wemyss, 26 June 1803

       Acknowledgments

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       I Wedderburn

      TO BE SOLD

      A BLACK BOY, about 16 years of age, healthy, strong, and well made, has had the Measles and small pox, can shave and dress a little, and has been for these several years accustomed to serve a single Gentleman, both abroad and at home.

      For further particulars inquire at Mr Gordon bookseller in the Parliament-close, Edinburgh, who has full powers to conclude a bargain.

      This advertisement not to be repeated.

      EDINBURGH EVENING COURANT, 28 JANUARY 1769

      

      FOR KINGSTON IN JAMAICA

      The ship MARY, JOHN MURRAY Master, now in Leith Harbour, will be ready to take in goods by the 20th September, and clear to sail by the fifth October.

      For freight or passage apply to Alexander Scott Merchant in Edinburgh, or to the Master at Mrs Ritchie’s on the Shore of Leith.

      EDINBURGH EVENING COURANT, 2 SEPTEMBER 1769

       Ballindean, 15 April 1802

      Sir John Wedderburn, tall but somewhat stooped with age, stood at the windows of his library, enjoying – as he felt he should every morning he was given grace to do so – the view to the Carse of Gowrie and the Firth of Tay. Ballindean’s policies stretched out before him: the lawn in front of the house, the little loch, then the parkland dotted with black cattle, sun-haloed sheep and their impossibly white lambs. Thick ranks of sycamore, birch and pine enclosed the house and its immediate grounds. Beyond the trees, smoke rose from the lums of estate cottages and the village of Inchture and was immediately scattered by a breeze from the east.

      Had he ventured outside, Sir John could have looked behind the house, to the north, where the woods thinned out and the land rose to the sheltering Braes of the Carse. But on this morning John Wedderburn was not going anywhere – not while that wind was blowing. The view from the library was, for the time being, all he required. There might have been more majestic landscapes in Scotland, but none that could have pleased him more.

      He was seventy-three, thin and angular but with rounded shoulders and a nodding, lantern-jawed face that gave him the appearance of a disgruntled horse leaning over a dyke. Strands of grey hair swept back from his forehead and curled thinly behind his ears. His brow was tanned and his cheeks weathered and taut, as if he had lived most of his life outdoors, but his hands – slender-fingered and soft – belonged more in a room such as the library.

      Sunlight shafted in through the window from a watery sky. A huge fire roared and cracked in the grate at one end of the room. There were two armchairs, one on either


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