The Strange Tale of Billy McGinty
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In The Strange Tale of Billy McGinty, Billy relates a tale of the history of his great-great grandmother, a U-Boat captain, some benevolent Scots, a badger, and a sack of gold mysteriously found in the woods of western Scotland.
Wiley Traylor
Wiley Traylor is an amateur writer who writes for fun. Born a long time ago in a small town in Louisiana, he now abides in Tennessee where he spends his retirement thinking about and writing stories of adventure with an element of mystery and developing characters whom he would like to meet one day.
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The Strange Tale of Billy McGinty - Wiley Traylor
Note to the Reader
The character that is telling this story is a young Scottish lad. A proper treatment would be to present the dialog in the Scottish language; however, the author is not Scottish, nor does he wish to offend the Scottish by misapplying what he would think to be Scottish words or mannerisms. In order to present the story in a format that is readable to others of the English language, only small portions of the Scottish language (the occasional aye, wee, laddie, or ye) are employed in the quoted conversations of the characters, and only then to add a subtle reminder to the reader that the characters are indeed Scottish. The author means no disrespect to any of Scottish heritage.
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The Encounter
Iwould like to recount to you a story told to me quite a few years ago by a young lad I met at a train station west of London while sitting out a particularly heavy downpour of the most bone-chilling rain. I had retired to a small tea room in the station for coffee when the rain-soaked lad slipped quietly in and took a seat near the front window. I could see he was cold as evidenced by the trembling of the edge of his much worn jacket, so feeling some measure of compassion, I brought him a cup of hot tea and a scone and sat down across the table from him.
He thanked me of course, and after some minor chatter between strangers about the rain, the delayed train schedule and other non-descript conversation, he suddenly grew very quiet and asked me if I’d like to hear a story. Thinking it would be but a simple story, I thought nothing contrary and agreed to hear his tale, and settled back in my chair. He sat quietly for a brief moment, his eyes staring out the window as if what he was about to say was somehow written on some unseen manuscript, and that the story was of such importance that it needed to be well understood.
He began slowly by saying that he was from western Scotland and that he was making his way back home after having spent some time in the south of England with some distant relatives.
He took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and started gently.
"Should you ever find yourself driving up the northwest coast of Scotland, about two miles south of Scourie, just past the old Macdonough croft, you may see a place in the wall on the eastern side of the road where the stonework looks a little different. Not so easily noticed by the casual passerby, but a closer look will reveal a slightly different pattern and age to the stones that make up that portion of the wall. It is all that is left of any evidence of a gate that once led to a homestead that belonged to my great-great grandfather of many years ago.
After his premature death in the hills where he herded his sheep, brought on by the impact of an overly enthusiastic charge of one of his Border Collies that knocked him off balance and sent him tumbling down the jagged edges of the rocks to the ground below, my great-great grandmother, who had married quite young, remained there as best she could, crofting only as much as she needed for food and hay for the small number of animals she kept.
It was a very simple home, built in the day when function and protection from the weather were its primary designs. The first room encountered when coming in from the elements consisted mainly of the hearth, an imposing structure that provided sufficient comfort for even the harshest of winter days. Above it sat a simple wooden timber that traversed the entire width of the design, deeply imbedded into the stone upon which rested the treasures of the house: an old but still magnificent clock that chimed the hours faithfully, two old oil lanterns that provided the light for the windowless room, a humidor of the finest tobacco available to them, and a collection of pipes that had not been used since the day of my great-great grandfather’s death.
Off to one end of the room was the single bedroom and through a broad door just to the left of the hearth and directly behind the large hearth lay the kitchen that now held a large cast iron stove that my great-great grandmother had purchased shortly after she sold the majority of her flock that she had come to despise following her husband’s untimely death."
A Point in History
He took a bite of scone and another sip of tea and continued.
"It was here one stormy night in late 1944 that World War II became very personal to my great-great grandmother in the form of loud pounding at her door. She had always hoped that any such disturbance at such a wicked hour of the night might be one or both of her sons who had been for some many months