In the life story
of Robert Burns there are "what if's" one being that the information
that his poems were about to be published reached him when he was about to be off
to Greenock to go to Jamaica as a Plantation Overseer. Also, did someone tell
him what was involved?
There were
other chances of life. To go to London would be difficult for a stray Scot, so what
might have been better? Bengal was possible given who he knew and the
connections could have offered a post in the East India Company. He may have
been a Writer in accounts with an outside chance of becoming rich, or a soldier
of fortune or might he have ridden with Skinner's Horse?
This history describes the Scots major role in the East India Company
and the creation of The Raj. It begins in French but scrolling down to the
English takes you to a long history and it is the section entitled
"Scottish Commercialism In India And South East Asia" 1770-1833"
that is relevant.
There is
another "what if" and that is if he had survived and lived rather
longer. At the end of the century there was trouble in Ireland, a rebellion in
1798-9 and among the regiments deployed there were the Fencibles, local
militias from Scotland. The Argyllshire's went to Wicklow,
where some stayed on when granted land.
But what if
the call to arms might have been earlier? He would have made a brave and
resolute officer of the 26th Regiment of Foot, The Cameronians, somehow or
other having been able to buy his commission, and saving Canada from the rebels
of America. But there was also the trick of buying a commission and going off
strength on half pay. The problem there was the price of a commission.
On the other hand
Scotland had a high proportion of people able to read reflected in the many
good newspapers and journals on offer. What if an editor thought he might be a
useful addition to the team as a critic or as a commentator on political
matters?
Some Scottish Songs might give an insight to his thinking. There is
poetry in the music and for Burns music in the poetry.
O why the deuce should I repine,
ReplyDeleteAnd be an ill foreboder?
I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine,
I'll go and be a sodger!
I gat some gear wi' mickle care,
I held it weel thegither;
But now it's gane, and something mair-
I'll go and be a sodger!