The Days of Auld Lang Syne — Reading Notes
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Farms were held on lease in Drumtochty, and according to a good old custom descended from father to son, so that some of the farmers' forbears had been tenants as long as Lord Kilspindie's ancestors had been owners. If a family died out, then a successor from foreign parts had to be introduced, and it was in this way Milton made his appearance and scandalised the Glen with a new religion. It happened also in our time that Gormack, having quarrelled with the factor about a feeding byre he wanted built, flung up his lease in a huff, and it was taken at an enormous increase by a guileless tradesman from Muirtown, who had made his money by selling “pigs” (crockery-ware), and believed that agriculture came by inspiration. Optimists expected that his cash might last for two years, but pessimists declared their belief that a year would see the end of the “merchant's” experiment, and Gormack watched the course of events from a hired house at Kildrummie.
Jamie Soutar used to give him “a cry” on his way to the station, and brought him the latest news.
“It's maybe juist as weel that ye retired frae business, Gormack, for the auld fairm's that spruced up ye wud hardly ken it wes the same place.
“The merchant's put ventilators intae the feedin' byre, and he's speakin' aboot glass windows tae keep the stots frae wearyin', an' as for inventions, the place is fair scatted up wi' them. There's ain that took me awfu'; it's for peelin' the neeps tae mak them tasty for the cattle beasts.
“Ye hed nae method, man, and a' dinna believe ye hed an inspection a' the years ye were at Gormack. Noo, the merchant is up at half eicht, and gaes ower the hale steadin' wi' Robbie Duff at his heels, him 'at he's got for idle grieve, an' he tries the corners wi' his handkerchief tae see that there's nae stoor (dust).
“It wud dae ye gude tae see his library; the laist day I saw him he wes readin' a book on 'Comparative Agriculture' afore his door, and he explained hoo they grow the maize in Sooth Ameriky; it wes verra interestin'; a' never got as muckle information frae ony fairmer in Drumtochty.”
“A'm gled ye cam in, Jamie,” was all Gormack said, “for I wes near takin' this hoose on a three-year lease. Ae year 'ill be eneuch noo, a'm thinkin'.”
Within eighteen months of his removal Gormack was again in possession at the old rent, and with a rebate for the first year to compensate him for the merchant's improvements.
“It 'ill tak the feck o' twa years,” he explained in the kirkyard, “tae bring the place roond an' pit the auld face on it.
“The byres are nae better than a pair o' fanners wi' wind, and if he hesna planted the laighfield wf berry bushes; an' a've seen the barley fifty-five pund wecht in that very field.
“It's a doonricht sin tae abuse the land like yon, but it 'ill be a lesson, neeburs, an' a'm no expeckin' anither pig merchant 'ill get a fairm in Drumtochty.”
This incident raised Gormack into a historical personage, and invested him with an association of humour for the rest of his life, so that when conversation languished in the third some one would ask Gormack “what he hed dune wi' his ventilators,” or “hoo the berry hairst wes shapin' this year.”
Ian Maclaren's The Days of Auld Lang Syne opens not with a panoramic view of the Scottish glen but with a dispute over a feeding byre. The narrator's dry observation that a 'guileless tradesman from Muirtown' believed 'agriculture came by inspiration' immediately establishes the collection's method: social comedy delivered through understated, ironic narration. Maclaren's authorial voice is that of a keen observer who lets the community's own words—rendered in dense Scots—carry much of the weight.
The excerpts reveal a writer attentive to the rhythms of rural speech and the unspoken codes that govern conduct. Dialogue does not merely advance plot; it exposes character, as when Jamie Soutar's mock-praise of the new farmer's 'ventilators' and 'glass windows' carries a barbed subtext that Gormack instantly deciphers. Maclaren trusts his readers to hear what is left unsaid.
Dialect as a Tool of Characterization
Maclaren renders Scots not as a decorative flourish but as a precise instrument for delineating social standing, temperament, and moral outlook. Posty's retort to Milton—'Ma name ... is Aircheebald MacKittrick'—is a masterclass in using formal register to assert dignity against condescension. The deliberate, syllabic weight of his speech contrasts sharply with Jamie Soutar's colloquial, teasing tone. Each character's idiom is distinct: Drumsheugh's restrained, almost biblical cadences in his confession to Marget ('Luve roosed me tae wark an' fecht') differ markedly from the merchant's bookish 'Comparative Agriculture.' Maclaren avoids a uniform 'stage Scots'; instead, he calibrates vocabulary, syntax, and rhythm to signal education, temperament, and emotional state.
Notably, the narrator's own voice remains in standard English, creating a quiet distance between the observer and the observed. This choice allows the dialogue to feel authentic and unmediated while the narrator frames events with wry commentary. The effect is that of a sympathetic but clear-eyed chronicler who knows his subjects intimately yet refuses to sentimentalize them.
The Weight of Unspoken Emotion
Maclaren's most powerful scenes derive their force from what characters do not say. Drumsheugh's revelation of his lifelong love for Marget unfolds through halting, simple sentences and physical gestures—'He lifted his head and looked her in the face'—rather than dramatic declarations. The narrator records the 'red flow' over Marget's face and the tears that 'run down her cheeks' before she speaks. Emotion is registered externally, through blushes and silences, and the reader is invited to infer the inner turmoil.
This restraint extends to the handling of loss and longing. When Drumsheugh parts from Marget at the edge of the moor, the narrator notes only that 'Drumsheugh caught the sorrow of her face, for him that had to go back alone to an empty house.' The grief is stated plainly, without elaboration. Maclaren trusts the accumulation of such small, precise observations to carry the emotional weight, and the effect is more moving than any effusion could be.
Comic Structure and the Reversal of Expectation
Several stories in the collection follow a pattern of ironic reversal, where a character's confidence or scheme is undercut by events or by the quiet resilience of the community. In 'A Triumph in Diplomacy,' the merchant's agricultural innovations—ventilators, glass windows, a neep-peeling machine—are presented through Jamie Soutar's mock-admiring report to Gormack. The reader quickly grasps that these 'improvements' are absurd and doomed. Gormack's laconic response—'Ae year 'ill be eneuch noo'—confirms the impending failure, and the story's conclusion, with Gormack reinstated at a reduced rent, fulfills the expectation of the old order's triumph.
Maclaren structures these reversals with a craftsman's timing. The punchline is often delivered in a single line of dialogue, as when Gormack explains that it will take 'the feck o' twa years ... tae bring the place roond an' pit the auld face on it.' The humor arises not from mockery but from the narrator's affectionate recognition of the community's unspoken values: thrift, skepticism of novelty, and loyalty to established ways.
The Landscape as Moral Arena
Setting in these stories is never merely backdrop. The farms, kirkyard, and moor are charged with social and moral significance. When Drumsheugh and Marget part 'at the edge, where Marget could see the lights of home,' the physical boundary marks an emotional one: he returns to an empty house, she to a family. The moon shining on the moor is not a picturesque detail but a quiet witness to the scene's mingled joy and sorrow.
Maclaren also uses the land to measure character. The merchant's abuse of the 'laighfield'—planting berry bushes where barley once yielded fifty-five pounds per wecht—is presented as a 'doonricht sin.' The land itself becomes a moral index, and the community's judgment of a man is inseparable from his treatment of it. Gormack's pride in restoring 'the auld face' of the farm is not mere nostalgia but a reaffirmation of right order. In Maclaren's Drumtochty, the physical world is saturated with meaning, and every detail of cultivation or neglect tells a story.
Readers approaching The Days of Auld Lang Syne will find richest reward in attending to the interplay between the narrator's measured English and the characters' vivid Scots. Maclaren's art lies in the accumulation of small, telling details—a hesitation, a turn of phrase, a glance—rather than in dramatic incident. The stories reward rereading, as the ironies and sympathies deepen with familiarity. For those interested in the craft of regional fiction or the representation of rural speech, this collection offers a subtle and accomplished example.
I remember The Days of Auld Lang Syne as a book of patient watching—how Drumtochty’s folk rarely say what they mean, yet mean everything in the pause. That same quiet indirection lives in Basil Everman — Text and Context, where every silence carries weight. Both feel like old friends who’ve learned to listen rather than hurry.
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