Caxon

"Caxon," answered Oldbuck, "thou art a mere periwig-maker -- Had I asked

The Antiquary — Complete Walter Scott 1801

"Caxon," answered Oldbuck, "thou art a mere periwig-maker -- Had I asked

The Antiquary — Volume 02 Walter Scott 1801

It is reported, however, that he means soon to settle with old Caxon, who, since the marriage of his daughter to Lieutenant Taffril, has been given a cottage near the three wigs which he still keeps in order in the parish, -- the minister's, Sir Arthur's, and best of all, that of our good and well-beloved Antiquary.

Red Cap Tales Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North Samuel Rutherford Crockett

One of these beacons had been intrusted to old Caxon the hairdresser, and one night he saw, directly in the line of the hill to the south which he was to watch, a flame start suddenly up.

Red Cap Tales Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North Samuel Rutherford Crockett

The beacon which Caxon had seen was only the burning of the mining machinery in Glen Withershins which had been ordered by Oldbuck and Sir

Red Cap Tales Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North Samuel Rutherford Crockett

` ` I asked Caxon that very question, '' answered Ochiltree,

The Antiquary 1845

` ` The Lord preserve us! '' said Caxon, ` ` what's to be done now?

The Antiquary 1845

The brother warders of Caxon being equally diligent, caught, and repeated his signal.

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The next morning the Antiquary arose early, and, as Caxon had not yet made his appearance, he began mentally to feel the absence of the petty news and small talk of which the ex-peruquier was a faithful reporter, and which habit had made as necessary to the Antiquary as his occasional pinch of snuff, although he held, or affected to hold, both to be of the same intrinsic value.

The Antiquary 1845

Caxon, --- some say it's to please your honour and Monkbarns that wear wigs --- and some say there's some auld story about a periwig that ane o 'the bailies got and neer paid for --- Onyway, there he is, sitting cockit up like a skart upon the tap o' the craig, to skirl when foul weather comes. ''

The Antiquary 1845