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<h1>
KIDNAPPED
</h1>
<h2>By Robert Louis Stevenson</h2>
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<h3>Illustrated by Louis Rhead</h3>
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<h3>
BEING<br /> MEMOIRS OF THE ADVENTURES OF<br /> DAVID BALFOUR<br /> IN THE
YEAR 1751<br /> HOW HE WAS KIDNAPPED AND CAST AWAY; HIS SUFFERINGS IN<br />
A DESERT ISLE; HIS JOURNEY IN THE WILD HIGHLANDS;<br /> HIS ACQUAINTANCE
WITH ALAN BRECK STEWART<br /> AND OTHER NOTORIOUS HIGHLAND JACOBITES;<br />
WITH ALL THAT HE SUFFERED AT THE<br /> HANDS OF HIS UNCLE, EBENEZER<br />
BALFOUR OF SHAWS, FALSELY<br /> SO CALLED<br /><br /> WRITTEN BY HIMSELF AND
NOW SET FORTH BY<br /> ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON<br /> WITH A PREFACE BY MRS.
STEVENSON<br />
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<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE TO THE BIOGRAPHICAL EDITION </a>
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<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0002"> DEDICATION </a>
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<a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0003">
CHAPTER III </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV </a>
<br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0007">
CHAPTER VII </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII </a>
<br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0011">
CHAPTER XI </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII </a>
<br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0016">
CHAPTER XVI </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII </a>
<br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0021">
CHAPTER XXI </a> <br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII </a>
<br /><br /><a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX </a> <br /><br /><a
href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX </a>
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I SET OFF UPON MY JOURNEY TO THE HOUSE OF SHAWS <br /><br /> I COME TO
MY JOURNEY'S END <br /><br /> I MAKE ACQUAINTANCE OF MY UNCLE <br /><br />
I RUN A GREAT DANGER IN THE HOUSE OF SHAWS <br /><br /> I GO TO THE
QUEEN'S FERRY <br /><br /> WHAT BEFELL AT THE QUEEN'S FERRY <br /><br /> I
GO TO SEA IN THE BRIG "COVENANT" OF DYSART <br /><br /> THE ROUND-HOUSE
<br /><br /> THE MAN WITH THE BELT OF GOLD <br /><br /> THE SIEGE OF THE
ROUND-HOUSE <br /><br /> THE CAPTAIN KNUCKLES UNDER <br /><br /> I HEAR OF
THE "RED FOX" <br /><br /> THE LOSS OF THE BRIG <br /><br /> THE ISLET
<br /><br /> THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: THROUGH THE ISLE OF MULL
<br /><br /> THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: ACROSS MORVEN <br /><br />
THE DEATH OF THE RED FOX <br /><br /> TALK WITH ALAN IN THE WOOD OF
LETTERMORE <br /><br /> THE HOUSE OF FEAR <br /><br /> THE FLIGHT IN THE
HEATHER: THE ROCKS <br /><br /> THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE HEUGH OF
CORRYNAKIEGH <br /><br /> THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE MOOR <br /><br />
CLUNY'S CAGE <br /><br /> THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER <br /><br /> THE
QUARREL IN BALQUHIDDER <br /><br /> END OF THE FLIGHT: WE PASS THE FORTH
<br /><br /> I COME TO MR. RANKEILLOR <br /><br /> I GO IN QUEST OF MY
INHERITANCE <br /><br /> I COME INTO MY KINGDOM <br /><br /> GOOD-BYE
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PREFACE TO THE BIOGRAPHICAL EDITION
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<p>
While my husband and Mr. Henley were engaged in writing plays in
Bournemouth they made a number of titles, hoping to use them in the
future. Dramatic composition was not what my husband preferred, but the
torrent of Mr. Henley's enthusiasm swept him off his feet. However, after
several plays had been finished, and his health seriously impaired by his
endeavours to keep up with Mr. Henley, play writing was abandoned forever,
and my husband returned to his legitimate vocation. Having added one of
the titles, The Hanging Judge, to the list of projected plays, now thrown
aside, and emboldened by my husband's offer to give me any help needed, I
concluded to try and write it myself.
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<p>
As I wanted a trial scene in the Old Bailey, I chose the period of 1700
for my purpose; but being shamefully ignorant of my subject, and my
husband confessing to little more knowledge than I possessed, a London
bookseller was commissioned to send us everything he could procure bearing
on Old Bailey trials. A great package came in response to our order, and
very soon we were both absorbed, not so much in the trials as in following
the brilliant career of a Mr. Garrow, who appeared as counsel in many of
the cases. We sent for more books, and yet more, still intent on Mr.
Garrow, whose subtle cross-examination of witnesses and masterly, if
sometimes startling, methods of arriving at the truth seemed more
thrilling to us than any novel.
</p>
<p>
Occasionally other trials than those of the Old Bailey would be included
in the package of books we received from London; among these my husband
found and read with avidity:—
</p>
<h4>
THE,<br /> TRIAL<br /> OF<br /> JAMES STEWART<br /> in Aucharn in Duror of
Appin<br /> FOR THE<br /> Murder of COLIN CAMPBELL of Glenure, Efq;<br />
Factor for His Majefty on the forfeited<br /> Estate of Ardfhiel.
</h4>
<p>
My husband was always interested in this period of his country's history,
and had already the intention of writing a story that should turn on the
Appin murder. The tale was to be of a boy, David Balfour, supposed to
belong to my husband's own family, who should travel in Scotland as though
it were a foreign country, meeting with various adventures and
misadventures by the way. From the trial of James Stewart my husband
gleaned much valuable material for his novel, the most important being the
character of Alan Breck. Aside from having described him as "smallish in
stature," my husband seems to have taken Alan Breck's personal appearance,
even to his clothing, from the book.
</p>
<p>
A letter from James Stewart to Mr. John Macfarlane, introduced as evidence
in the trial, says: "There is one Alan Stewart, a distant friend of the
late Ardshiel's, who is in the French service, and came over in March
last, as he said to some, in order to settle at home; to others, that he
was to go soon back; and was, as I hear, the day that the murder was
committed, seen not far from the place where it happened, and is not now
to be seen; by which it is believed he was the actor. He is a desperate
foolish fellow; and if he is guilty, came to the country for that very
purpose. He is a tall, pock-pitted lad, very black hair, and wore a blue
coat and metal buttons, an old red vest, and breeches of the same colour."
A second witness testified to having seen him wearing "a blue coat with
silver buttons, a red waistcoat, black shag breeches, tartan hose, and a
feathered hat, with a big coat, dun coloured," a costume referred to by
one of the counsel as "French cloathes which were remarkable."
</p>
<p>
There are many incidents given in the trial that point to Alan's fiery
spirit and Highland quickness to take offence. One witness "declared also
That the said Alan Breck threatened that he would challenge Ballieveolan
and his sons to fight because of his removing the declarant last year from
Glenduror." On another page: "Duncan Campbell, change-keeper at Annat,
aged thirty-five years, married, witness cited, sworn, purged and examined
ut supra, depones, That, in the month of April last, the deponent met with
Alan Breck Stewart, with whom he was not acquainted, and John Stewart, in
Auchnacoan, in the house of the walk miller of Auchofragan, and went on
with them to the house: Alan Breck Stewart said, that he hated all the
name of Campbell; and the deponent said, he had no reason for doing so:
But Alan said, he had very good reason for it: that thereafter they left
that house; and, after drinking a dram at another house, came to the
deponent's house, where they went in, and drunk some drams, and Alan Breck
renewed the former Conversation; and the deponent, making the same answer,
Alan said, that, if the deponent had any respect for his friends, he would
tell them, that if they offered to turn out the possessors of Ardshiel's
estate, he would make black cocks of them, before they entered into
possession by which the deponent understood shooting them, it being a
common phrase in the country."
</p>
<p>
Some time after the publication of Kidnapped we stopped for a short while
in the Appin country, where we were surprised and interested to discover
that the feeling concerning the murder of Glenure (the "Red Fox," also
called "Colin Roy") was almost as keen as though the tragedy had taken
place the day before. For several years my husband received letters of
expostulation or commendation from members of the Campbell and Stewart
clans. I have in my possession a paper, yellow with age, that was sent
soon after the novel appeared, containing "The Pedigree of the Family of
Appine," wherein it is said that "Alan 3rd Baron of Appine was not killed
at Flowdoun, tho there, but lived to a great old age. He married Cameron
Daughter to Ewen Cameron of Lochiel." Following this is a paragraph
stating that "John Stewart 1st of Ardsheall of his descendants Alan Breck
had better be omitted. Duncan Baan Stewart in Achindarroch his father was
a Bastard."
</p>
<p>
One day, while my husband was busily at work, I sat beside him reading an
old cookery book called The Compleat Housewife: or Accomplish'd
Gentlewoman's Companion. In the midst of receipts for "Rabbits, and
Chickens mumbled, Pickled Samphire, Skirret Pye, Baked Tansy," and other
forgotten delicacies, there were directions for the preparation of several
lotions for the preservation of beauty. One of these was so charming that
I interrupted my husband to read it aloud. "Just what I wanted!" he
exclaimed; and the receipt for the "Lily of the Valley Water" was
instantly incorporated into Kidnapped.
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<h2>
DEDICATION
</h2>
<h4>
MY DEAR CHARLES BAXTER:
</h4>
<p>
If you ever read this tale, you will likely ask yourself more questions
than I should care to answer: as for instance how the Appin murder has
come to fall in the year 1751, how the Torran rocks have crept so near to
Earraid, or why the printed trial is silent as to all that touches David
Balfour. These are nuts beyond my ability to crack. But if you tried me on
the point of Alan's guilt or innocence, I think I could defend the reading
of the text. To this day you will find the tradition of Appin clear in
Alan's favour. If you inquire, you may even hear that the descendants of
"the other man" who fired the shot are in the country to this day. But
that other man's name, inquire as you please, you shall not hear; for the
Highlander values a secret for itself and for the congenial exercise of
keeping it. I might go on for long to justify one point and own another
indefensible; it is more honest to confess at once how little I am touched
by the desire of accuracy. This is no furniture for the scholar's library,
but a book for the winter evening school-room when the tasks are over and
the hour for bed draws near; and honest Alan, who was a grim old
fire-eater in his day has in this new avatar no more desperate purpose
than to steal some young gentleman's attention from his Ovid, carry him
awhile into the Highlands and the last century, and pack him to bed with
some engaging images to mingle with his dreams.
</p>
<p>
As for you, my dear Charles, I do not even ask you to like this tale. But
perhaps when he is older, your son will; he may then be pleased to find
his father's name on the fly-leaf; and in the meanwhile it pleases me to
set it there, in memory of many days that were happy and some (now perhaps
as pleasant to remember) that were sad. If it is strange for me to look
back from a distance both in time and space on these bygone adventures of
our youth, it must be stranger for you who tread the same streets—who
may to-morrow open the door of the old Speculative, where we begin to rank
with Scott and Robert Emmet and the beloved and inglorious Macbean—or
may pass the corner of the close where that great society, the L. J. R.,
held its meetings and drank its beer, sitting in the seats of Burns and
his companions. I think I see you, moving there by plain daylight,
beholding with your natural eyes those places that have now become for
your companion a part of the scenery of dreams. How, in the intervals of
present business, the past must echo in your memory! Let it not echo often
without some kind thoughts of your friend,
</p>
<p>
R.L.S. SKERRYVORE, BOURNEMOUTH. <br /> <br />
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CHAPTER I
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<h3>
I SET OFF UPON MY JOURNEY TO THE HOUSE OF SHAWS
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will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in
the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the
last time out of the door of my father's house. The sun began to shine
upon the summit of the hills as I went down the road; and by the time I
had come as far as the manse, the blackbirds were whistling in the garden
lilacs, and the mist that hung around the valley in the time of the dawn
was beginning to arise and die away.
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<p>
Mr. Campbell, the minister of Essendean, was waiting for me by the garden
gate, good man! He asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I
lacked for nothing, he took my hand in both of his and clapped it kindly
under his arm.
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<p>
"Well, Davie, lad," said he, "I will go with you as far as the ford, to
set you on the way." And we began to walk forward in silence.
</p>
<p>
"Are ye sorry to leave Essendean?" said he, after awhile.
</p>
<p>
"Why, sir," said I, "if I knew where I was going, or what was likely to
become of me, I would tell you candidly. Essendean is a good place indeed,
and I have been very happy there; but then I have never been anywhere
else. My father and mother, since they are both dead, I shall be no nearer
to in Essendean than in the Kingdom of Hungary, and, to speak truth, if I
thought I had a chance to better myself where I was going I would go with
a good will."
</p>
<p>
"Ay?" said Mr. Campbell. "Very well, Davie. Then it behoves me to tell
your fortune; or so far as I may. When your mother was gone, and your
father (the worthy, Christian man) began to sicken for his end, he gave me
in charge a certain letter, which he said was your inheritance. 'So soon,'
says he, 'as I am gone, and the house is redd up and the gear disposed of'
(all which, Davie, hath been done), 'give my boy this letter into his
hand, and start him off to the house of Shaws, not far from Cramond. That
is the place I came from,' he said, 'and it's where it befits that my boy
should return. He is a steady lad,' your father said, 'and a canny goer;
and I doubt not he will come safe, and be well lived where he goes.'"
</p>
<p>
"The house of Shaws!" I cried. "What had my poor father to do with the
house of Shaws?"
</p>
<p>
"Nay," said Mr. Campbell, "who can tell that for a surety? But the name of
that family, Davie, boy, is the name you bear—Balfours of Shaws: an
ancient, honest, reputable house, peradventure in these latter days
decayed. Your father, too, was a man of learning as befitted his position;
no man more plausibly conducted school; nor had he the manner or the
speech of a common dominie; but (as ye will yourself remember) I took aye
a pleasure to have him to the manse to meet the gentry; and those of my
own house, Campbell of Kilrennet, Campbell of Dunswire, Campbell of Minch,
and others, all well-kenned gentlemen, had pleasure in his society.
Lastly, to put all the elements of this affair before you, here is the
testamentary letter itself, superscrived by the own hand of our departed
brother."
</p>
<p>
He gave me the letter, which was addressed in these words: "To the hands
of Ebenezer Balfour, Esquire, of Shaws, in his house of Shaws, these will
be delivered by my son, David Balfour." My heart was beating hard at this
great prospect now suddenly opening before a lad of seventeen years of
age, the son of a poor country dominie in the Forest of Ettrick.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Campbell," I stammered, "and if you were in my shoes, would you go?"
</p>
<p>
"Of a surety," said the minister, "that would I, and without pause. A
pretty lad like you should get to Cramond (which is near in by Edinburgh)
in two days of walk. If the worst came to the worst, and your high
relations (as I cannot but suppose them to be somewhat of your blood)
should put you to the door, ye can but walk the two days back again and
risp at the manse door. But I would rather hope that ye shall be well
received, as your poor father forecast for you, and for anything that I
ken come to be a great man in time. And here, Davie, laddie," he resumed,
"it lies near upon my conscience to improve this parting, and set you on
the right guard against the dangers of the world."
</p>
<p>
Here he cast about for a comfortable seat, lighted on a big boulder under
a birch by the trackside, sate down upon it with a very long, serious
upper lip, and the sun now shining in upon us between two peaks, put his
pocket-handkerchief over his cocked hat to shelter him. There, then, with
uplifted forefinger, he first put me on my guard against a considerable
number of heresies, to which I had no temptation, and urged upon me to be
instant in my prayers and reading of the Bible. That done, he drew a
picture of the great house that I was bound to, and how I should conduct
myself with its inhabitants.
</p>
<p>
"Be soople, Davie, in things immaterial," said he. "Bear ye this in mind,
that, though gentle born, ye have had a country rearing. Dinnae shame us,
Davie, dinnae shame us! In yon great, muckle house, with all these
domestics, upper and under, show yourself as nice, as circumspect, as
quick at the conception, and as slow of speech as any. As for the laird—remember
he's the laird; I say no more: honour to whom honour. It's a pleasure to
obey a laird; or should be, to the young."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said I, "it may be; and I'll promise you I'll try to make it
so."
</p>
<p>
"Why, very well said," replied Mr. Campbell, heartily. "And now to come to
the material, or (to make a quibble) to the immaterial. I have here a
little packet which contains four things." He tugged it, as he spoke, and
with some great difficulty, from the skirt pocket of his coat. "Of these
four things, the first is your legal due: the little pickle money for your
father's books and plenishing, which I have bought (as I have explained
from the first) in the design of re-selling at a profit to the incoming
dominie. The other three are gifties that Mrs. Campbell and myself would
be blithe of your acceptance. The first, which is round, will likely
please ye best at the first off-go; but, O Davie, laddie, it's but a drop
of water in the sea; it'll help you but a step, and vanish like the
morning. The second, which is flat and square and written upon, will stand
by you through life, like a good staff for the road, and a good pillow to
your head in sickness. And as for the last, which is cubical, that'll see
you, it's my prayerful wish, into a better land."
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With that he got upon his feet, took off his hat, and prayed a little
while aloud, and in affecting terms, for a young man setting out into the
world; then suddenly took me in his arms and embraced me very hard; then
held me at arm's length, looking at me with his face all working with
sorrow; and then whipped about, and crying good-bye to me, set off
backward by the way that we had come at a sort of jogging run. It might
have been laughable to another; but I was in no mind to laugh. I watched
him as long as he was in sight; and he never stopped hurrying, nor once
looked back. Then it came in upon my mind that this was all his sorrow at
my departure; and my conscience smote me hard and fast, because I, for my
part, was overjoyed to get away out of that quiet country-side, and go to
a great, busy house, among rich and respected gentlefolk of my own name
and blood.
</p>
<p>
"Davie, Davie," I thought, "was ever seen such black ingratitude? Can you
forget old favours and old friends at the mere whistle of a name? Fie,
fie; think shame."
</p>
<p>
And I sat down on the boulder the good man had just left, and opened the
parcel to see the nature of my gifts. That which he had called cubical, I
had never had much doubt of; sure enough it was a little Bible, to carry
in a plaid-neuk. That which he had called round, I found to be a shilling
piece; and the third, which was to help me so wonderfully both in health
and sickness all the days of my life, was a little piece of coarse yellow
paper, written upon thus in red ink:
</p>
<p>
"TO MAKE LILLY OF THE VALLEY WATER.—Take the flowers of lilly of the
valley and distil them in sack, and drink a spooneful or two as there is
occasion. It restores speech to those that have the dumb palsey. It is
good against the Gout; it comforts the heart and strengthens the memory;
and the flowers, put into a Glasse, close stopt, and set into ane hill of
ants for a month, then take it out, and you will find a liquor which comes
from the flowers, which keep in a vial; it is good, ill or well, and
whether man or woman."
</p>
<p>
And then, in the minister's own hand, was added:
</p>
<p>
"Likewise for sprains, rub it in; and for the cholic, a great spooneful in
the hour."
</p>
<p>
To be sure, I laughed over this; but it was rather tremulous laughter; and
I was glad to get my bundle on my staff's end and set out over the ford
and up the hill upon the farther side; till, just as I came on the green
drove-road running wide through the heather, I took my last look of Kirk
Essendean, the trees about the manse, and the big rowans in the kirkyard
where my father and my mother lay.
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CHAPTER II
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<h3>
I COME TO MY JOURNEY'S END
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n the forenoon of the second day, coming to the top of a hill, I saw all
the country fall away before me down to the sea; and in the midst of this
descent, on a long ridge, the city of Edinburgh smoking like a kiln. There
was a flag upon the castle, and ships moving or lying anchored in the
firth; both of which, for as far away as they were, I could distinguish
clearly; and both brought my country heart into my mouth.
</p>
<p>
Presently after, I came by a house where a shepherd lived, and got a rough
direction for the neighbourhood of Cramond; and so, from one to another,
worked my way to the westward of the capital by Colinton, till I came out
upon the Glasgow road. And there, to my great pleasure and wonder, I
beheld a regiment marching to the fifes, every foot in time; an old
red-faced general on a grey horse at the one end, and at the other the
company of Grenadiers, with their Pope's-hats. The pride of life seemed to
mount into my brain at the sight of the red coats and the hearing of that
merry music.
</p>
<p>
A little farther on, and I was told I was in Cramond parish, and began to
substitute in my inquiries the name of the house of Shaws. It was a word
that seemed to surprise those of whom I sought my way. At first I thought
the plainness of my appearance, in my country habit, and that all dusty
from the road, consorted ill with the greatness of the place to which I
was bound. But after two, or maybe three, had given me the same look and
the same answer, I began to take it in my head there was something strange
about the Shaws itself.
</p>
<p>
The better to set this fear at rest, I changed the form of my inquiries;
and spying an honest fellow coming along a lane on the shaft of his cart,
I asked him if he had ever heard tell of a house they called the house of
Shaws.
</p>
<p>
He stopped his cart and looked at me, like the others.
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said he. "What for?"
</p>
<p>
"It's a great house?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"Doubtless," says he. "The house is a big, muckle house."
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said I, "but the folk that are in it?"
</p>
<p>
"Folk?" cried he. "Are ye daft? There's nae folk there—to call
folk."
</p>
<p>
"What?" say I; "not Mr. Ebenezer?"
</p>
<p>
"Ou, ay" says the man; "there's the laird, to be sure, if it's him you're
wanting. What'll like be your business, mannie?"
</p>
<p>
"I was led to think that I would get a situation," I said, looking as
modest as I could.
</p>
<p>
"What?" cries the carter, in so sharp a note that his very horse started;
and then, "Well, mannie," he added, "it's nane of my affairs; but ye seem
a decent-spoken lad; and if ye'll take a word from me, ye'll keep clear of
the Shaws."
</p>
<p>
The next person I came across was a dapper little man in a beautiful white
wig, whom I saw to be a barber on his rounds; and knowing well that
barbers were great gossips, I asked him plainly what sort of a man was Mr.
Balfour of the Shaws.
</p>
<p>
"Hoot, hoot, hoot," said the barber, "nae kind of a man, nae kind of a man
at all;" and began to ask me very shrewdly what my business was; but I was
more than a match for him at that, and he went on to his next customer no
wiser than he came.
</p>
<p>
I cannot well describe the blow this dealt to my illusions. The more
indistinct the accusations were, the less I liked them, for they left the
wider field to fancy. What kind of a great house was this, that all the
parish should start and stare to be asked the way to it? or what sort of a
gentleman, that his ill-fame should be thus current on the wayside? If an
hour's walking would have brought me back to Essendean, I had left my
adventure then and there, and returned to Mr. Campbell's. But when I had
come so far a way already, mere shame would not suffer me to desist till I
had put the matter to the touch of proof; I was bound, out of mere
self-respect, to carry it through; and little as I liked the sound of what
I heard, and slow as I began to travel, I still kept asking my way and
still kept advancing.
</p>
<p>
It was drawing on to sundown when I met a stout, dark, sour-looking woman
coming trudging down a hill; and she, when I had put my usual question,
turned sharp about, accompanied me back to the summit she had just left,
and pointed to a great bulk of building standing very bare upon a green in
the bottom of the next valley. The country was pleasant round about,
running in low hills, pleasantly watered and wooded, and the crops, to my
eyes, wonderfully good; but the house itself appeared to be a kind of
ruin; no road led up to it; no smoke arose from any of the chimneys; nor
was there any semblance of a garden. My heart sank. "That!" I cried.
</p>
<p>
The woman's face lit up with a malignant anger. "That is the house of
Shaws!" she cried. "Blood built it; blood stopped the building of it;
blood shall bring it down. See here!" she cried again—"I spit upon
the ground, and crack my thumb at it! Black be its fall! If ye see the
laird, tell him what ye hear; tell him this makes the twelve hunner and
nineteen time that Jennet Clouston has called down the curse on him and
his house, byre and stable, man, guest, and master, wife, miss, or bairn—black,
black be their fall!"
</p>
<p>
And the woman, whose voice had risen to a kind of eldritch sing-song,
turned with a skip, and was gone. I stood where she left me, with my hair
on end. In those days folk still believed in witches and trembled at a
curse; and this one, falling so pat, like a wayside omen, to arrest me ere
I carried out my purpose, took the pith out of my legs.
</p>
<p>
I sat me down and stared at the house of Shaws. The more I looked, the
pleasanter that country-side appeared; being all set with hawthorn bushes
full of flowers; the fields dotted with sheep; a fine flight of rooks in
the sky; and every sign of a kind soil and climate; and yet the barrack in
the midst of it went sore against my fancy.
</p>
<p>
Country folk went by from the fields as I sat there on the side of the
ditch, but I lacked the spirit to give them a good-e'en. At last the sun
went down, and then, right up against the yellow sky, I saw a scroll of
smoke go mounting, not much thicker, as it seemed to me, than the smoke of
a candle; but still there it was, and meant a fire, and warmth, and
cookery, and some living inhabitant that must have lit it; and this
comforted my heart.
</p>
<p>
So I set forward by a little faint track in the grass that led in my
direction. It was very faint indeed to be the only way to a place of
habitation; yet I saw no other. Presently it brought me to stone uprights,
with an unroofed lodge beside them, and coats of arms upon the top. A main
entrance it was plainly meant to be, but never finished; instead of gates
of wrought iron, a pair of hurdles were tied across with a straw rope; and
as there were no park walls, nor any sign of avenue, the track that I was
following passed on the right hand of the pillars, and went wandering on
toward the house.
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The nearer I got to that, the drearier it appeared. It seemed like the one
wing of a house that had never been finished. What should have been the
inner end stood open on the upper floors, and showed against the sky with
steps and stairs of uncompleted masonry. Many of the windows were
unglazed, and bats flew in and out like doves out of a dove-cote.
</p>
<p>
The night had begun to fall as I got close; and in three of the lower
windows, which were very high up and narrow, and well barred, the changing
light of a little fire began to glimmer. Was this the palace I had been
coming to? Was it within these walls that I was to seek new friends and
begin great fortunes? Why, in my father's house on Essen-Waterside, the
fire and the bright lights would show a mile away, and the door open to a
beggar's knock!
</p>
<p>
I came forward cautiously, and giving ear as I came, heard some one
rattling with dishes, and a little dry, eager cough that came in fits; but
there was no sound of speech, and not a dog barked.
</p>
<p>
The door, as well as I could see it in the dim light, was a great piece of
wood all studded with nails; and I lifted my hand with a faint heart under
my jacket, and knocked once. Then I stood and waited. The house had fallen
into a dead silence; a whole minute passed away, and nothing stirred but
the bats overhead. I knocked again, and hearkened again. By this time my
ears had grown so accustomed to the quiet, that I could hear the ticking
of the clock inside as it slowly counted out the seconds; but whoever was
in that house kept deadly still, and must have held his breath.
</p>
<p>
I was in two minds whether to run away; but anger got the upper hand, and
I began instead to rain kicks and buffets on the door, and to shout out
aloud for Mr. Balfour. I was in full career, when I heard the cough right
overhead, and jumping back and looking up, beheld a man's head in a tall
nightcap, and the bell mouth of a blunderbuss, at one of the first-storey
windows.
</p>
<p>
"It's loaded," said a voice.
</p>
<p>
"I have come here with a letter," I said, "to Mr. Ebenezer Balfour of
Shaws. Is he here?"
</p>
<p>
"From whom is it?" asked the man with the blunderbuss.
</p>
<p>
"That is neither here nor there," said I, for I was growing very wroth.
</p>
<p>
"Well," was the reply, "ye can put it down upon the doorstep, and be off
with ye."
</p>
<p>
"I will do no such thing," I cried. "I will deliver it into Mr. Balfour's
hands, as it was meant I should. It is a letter of introduction."
</p>
<p>
"A what?" cried the voice, sharply.
</p>
<p>
I repeated what I had said.
</p>
<p>
"Who are ye, yourself?" was the next question, after a considerable pause.
</p>
<p>
"I am not ashamed of my name," said I. "They call me David Balfour."
</p>
<p>
At that, I made sure the man started, for I heard the blunderbuss rattle
on the window-sill; and it was after quite a long pause, and with a
curious change of voice, that the next question followed:
</p>
<p>
"Is your father dead?"
</p>
<p>
I was so much surprised at this, that I could find no voice to answer, but
stood staring.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," the man resumed, "he'll be dead, no doubt; and that'll be what
brings ye chapping to my door." Another pause, and then defiantly, "Well,
man," he said, "I'll let ye in;" and he disappeared from the window.
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CHAPTER III
</h2>
<h3>
I MAKE ACQUAINTANCE OF MY UNCLE
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resently there came a great rattling of chains and bolts, and the door
was cautiously opened and shut to again behind me as soon as I had passed.
</p>
<p>
"Go into the kitchen and touch naething," said the voice; and while the
person of the house set himself to replacing the defences of the door, I
groped my way forward and entered the kitchen.
</p>
<p>
The fire had burned up fairly bright, and showed me the barest room I
think I ever put my eyes on. Half-a-dozen dishes stood upon the shelves;
the table was laid for supper with a bowl of porridge, a horn spoon, and a
cup of small beer. Besides what I have named, there was not another thing
in that great, stone-vaulted, empty chamber but lockfast chests arranged
along the wall and a corner cupboard with a padlock.
</p>
<p>
As soon as the last chain was up, the man rejoined me. He was a mean,
stooping, narrow-shouldered, clay-faced creature; and his age might have
been anything between fifty and seventy. His nightcap was of flannel, and
so was the nightgown that he wore, instead of coat and waistcoat, over his
ragged shirt. He was long unshaved; but what most distressed and even
daunted me, he would neither take his eyes away from me nor look me fairly
in the face. What he was, whether by trade or birth, was more than I could
fathom; but he seemed most like an old, unprofitable serving-man, who
should have been left in charge of that big house upon board wages.
</p>
<p>
"Are ye sharp-set?" he asked, glancing at about the level of my knee. "Ye
can eat that drop parritch?"
</p>
<p>
I said I feared it was his own supper.
</p>
<p>
"O," said he, "I can do fine wanting it. I'll take the ale, though, for it
slockens (moistens) my cough." He drank the cup about half out, still
keeping an eye upon me as he drank; and then suddenly held out his hand.
"Let's see the letter," said he.
</p>
<p>
I told him the letter was for Mr. Balfour; not for him.
</p>
<p>
"And who do ye think I am?" says he. "Give me Alexander's letter."
</p>
<p>
"You know my father's name?"
</p>
<p>
"It would be strange if I didnae," he returned, "for he was my born
brother; and little as ye seem to like either me or my house, or my good
parritch, I'm your born uncle, Davie, my man, and you my born nephew. So
give us the letter, and sit down and fill your kyte."
</p>
<p>
If I had been some years younger, what with shame, weariness, and
disappointment, I believe I had burst into tears. As it was, I could find
no words, neither black nor white, but handed him the letter, and sat down
to the porridge with as little appetite for meat as ever a young man had.
</p>
<p>
Meanwhile, my uncle, stooping over the fire, turned the letter over and
over in his hands.
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"Do ye ken what's in it?" he asked, suddenly.
</p>
<p>
"You see for yourself, sir," said I, "that the seal has not been broken."
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, "but what brought you here?"
</p>
<p>
"To give the letter," said I.
</p>
<p>
"No," says he, cunningly, "but ye'll have had some hopes, nae doubt?"
</p>
<p>
"I confess, sir," said I, "when I was told that I had kinsfolk well-to-do,
I did indeed indulge the hope that they might help me in my life. But I am
no beggar; I look for no favours at your hands, and I want none that are
not freely given. For as poor as I appear, I have friends of my own that
will be blithe to help me."
</p>
<p>
"Hoot-toot!" said Uncle Ebenezer, "dinnae fly up in the snuff at me. We'll
agree fine yet. And, Davie, my man, if you're done with that bit parritch,
I could just take a sup of it myself. Ay," he continued, as soon as he had
ousted me from the stool and spoon, "they're fine, halesome food—they're
grand food, parritch." He murmured a little grace to himself and fell to.
"Your father was very fond of his meat, I mind; he was a hearty, if not a
great eater; but as for me, I could never do mair than pyke at food." He
took a pull at the small beer, which probably reminded him of hospitable
duties, for his next speech ran thus: "If ye're dry ye'll find water
behind the door."
</p>
<p>
To this I returned no answer, standing stiffly on my two feet, and looking
down upon my uncle with a mighty angry heart. He, on his part, continued
to eat like a man under some pressure of time, and to throw out little
darting glances now at my shoes and now at my home-spun stockings. Once
only, when he had ventured to look a little higher, our eyes met; and no
thief taken with a hand in a man's pocket could have shown more lively
signals of distress. This set me in a muse, whether his timidity arose
from too long a disuse of any human company; and whether perhaps, upon a
little trial, it might pass off, and my uncle change into an altogether
different man. From this I was awakened by his sharp voice.
</p>
<p>
"Your father's been long dead?" he asked.
</p>
<p>
"Three weeks, sir," said I.
</p>
<p>
"He was a secret man, Alexander—a secret, silent man," he continued.
"He never said muckle when he was young. He'll never have spoken muckle of
me?"
</p>
<p>
"I never knew, sir, till you told it me yourself, that he had any
brother."
</p>
<p>
"Dear me, dear me!" said Ebenezer. "Nor yet of Shaws, I dare say?"
</p>
<p>
"Not so much as the name, sir," said I.
</p>
<p>
"To think o' that!" said he. "A strange nature of a man!" For all that, he
seemed singularly satisfied, but whether with himself, or me, or with this
conduct of my father's, was more than I could read. Certainly, however, he
seemed to be outgrowing that distaste, or ill-will, that he had conceived
at first against my person; for presently he jumped up, came across the
room behind me, and hit me a smack upon the shoulder. "We'll agree fine
yet!" he cried. "I'm just as glad I let you in. And now come awa' to your
bed."
</p>
<p>
To my surprise, he lit no lamp or candle, but set forth into the dark
passage, groped his way, breathing deeply, up a flight of steps, and
paused before a door, which he unlocked. I was close upon his heels,
having stumbled after him as best I might; and then he bade me go in, for
that was my chamber. I did as he bid, but paused after a few steps, and
begged a light to go to bed with.
</p>
<p>
"Hoot-toot!" said Uncle Ebenezer, "there's a fine moon."
</p>
<p>
"Neither moon nor star, sir, and pit-mirk,"* said I. "I cannae see the
bed."
</p>
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<p>
"Hoot-toot, hoot-toot!" said he. "Lights in a house is a thing I dinnae
agree with. I'm unco feared of fires. Good-night to ye, Davie, my man."
And before I had time to add a further protest, he pulled the door to, and
I heard him lock me in from the outside.
</p>
<p>
I did not know whether to laugh or cry. The room was as cold as a well,
and the bed, when I had found my way to it, as damp as a peat-hag; but by
good fortune I had caught up my bundle and my plaid, and rolling myself in
the latter, I lay down upon the floor under lee of the big bedstead, and
fell speedily asleep.
</p>
<p>
With the first peep of day I opened my eyes, to find myself in a great
chamber, hung with stamped leather, furnished with fine embroidered
furniture, and lit by three fair windows. Ten years ago, or perhaps
twenty, it must have been as pleasant a room to lie down or to awake in as
a man could wish; but damp, dirt, disuse, and the mice and spiders had
done their worst since then. Many of the window-panes, besides, were
broken; and indeed this was so common a feature in that house, that I
believe my uncle must at some time have stood a siege from his indignant
neighbours—perhaps with Jennet Clouston at their head.
</p>
<p>
Meanwhile the sun was shining outside; and being very cold in that
miserable room, I knocked and shouted till my gaoler came and let me out.
He carried me to the back of the house, where was a draw-well, and told me
to "wash my face there, if I wanted;" and when that was done, I made the
best of my own way back to the kitchen, where he had lit the fire and was
making the porridge. The table was laid with two bowls and two horn
spoons, but the same single measure of small beer. Perhaps my eye rested
on this particular with some surprise, and perhaps my uncle observed it;
for he spoke up as if in answer to my thought, asking me if I would like
to drink ale—for so he called it.
</p>
<p>
I told him such was my habit, but not to put himself about.
</p>
<p>
"Na, na," said he; "I'll deny you nothing in reason."
</p>
<p>
He fetched another cup from the shelf; and then, to my great surprise,
instead of drawing more beer, he poured an accurate half from one cup to
the other. There was a kind of nobleness in this that took my breath away;
if my uncle was certainly a miser, he was one of that thorough breed that
goes near to make the vice respectable.
</p>
<p>
When we had made an end of our meal, my uncle Ebenezer unlocked a drawer,
and drew out of it a clay pipe and a lump of tobacco, from which he cut
one fill before he locked it up again. Then he sat down in the sun at one
of the windows and silently smoked. From time to time his eyes came
coasting round to me, and he shot out one of his questions. Once it was,
"And your mother?" and when I had told him that she, too, was dead, "Ay,
she was a bonnie lassie!" Then, after another long pause, "Whae were these
friends o' yours?"
</p>
<p>
I told him they were different gentlemen of the name of Campbell; though,
indeed, there was only one, and that the minister, that had ever taken the
least note of me; but I began to think my uncle made too light of my
position, and finding myself all alone with him, I did not wish him to
suppose me helpless.
</p>
<p>
He seemed to turn this over in his mind; and then, "Davie, my man," said
he, "ye've come to the right bit when ye came to your uncle Ebenezer. I've
a great notion of the family, and I mean to do the right by you; but while
I'm taking a bit think to mysel' of what's the best thing to put you to—whether
the law, or the meenistry, or maybe the army, whilk is what boys are
fondest of—I wouldnae like the Balfours to be humbled before a wheen
Hieland Campbells, and I'll ask you to keep your tongue within your teeth.
Nae letters; nae messages; no kind of word to onybody; or else—there's
my door."
</p>
<p>
"Uncle Ebenezer," said I, "I've no manner of reason to suppose you mean
anything but well by me. For all that, I would have you to know that I
have a pride of my own. It was by no will of mine that I came seeking you;
and if you show me your door again, I'll take you at the word."
</p>
<p>
He seemed grievously put out. "Hoots-toots," said he, "ca' cannie, man—ca'
cannie! Bide a day or two. I'm nae warlock, to find a fortune for you in
the bottom of a parritch bowl; but just you give me a day or two, and say
naething to naebody, and as sure as sure, I'll do the right by you."
</p>
<p>
"Very well," said I, "enough said. If you want to help me, there's no
doubt but I'll be glad of it, and none but I'll be grateful."
</p>
<p>
It seemed to me (too soon, I dare say) that I was getting the upper hand
of my uncle; and I began next to say that I must have the bed and
bedclothes aired and put to sun-dry; for nothing would make me sleep in
such a pickle.
</p>
<p>
"Is this my house or yours?" said he, in his keen voice, and then all of a
sudden broke off. "Na, na," said he, "I didnae mean that. What's mine is
yours, Davie, my man, and what's yours is mine. Blood's thicker than
water; and there's naebody but you and me that ought the name." And then
on he rambled about the family, and its ancient greatness, and his father
that began to enlarge the house, and himself that stopped the building as
a sinful waste; and this put it in my head to give him Jennet Clouston's
message.
</p>
<p>
"The limmer!" he cried. "Twelve hunner and fifteen—that's every day
since I had the limmer rowpit!* Dod, David, I'll have her roasted on red
peats before I'm by with it! A witch—a proclaimed witch! I'll aff
and see the session clerk."
</p>
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</pre>
<p>
And with that he opened a chest, and got out a very old and well-preserved
blue coat and waistcoat, and a good enough beaver hat, both without lace.
These he threw on any way, and taking a staff from the cupboard, locked
all up again, and was for setting out, when a thought arrested him.
</p>
<p>
"I cannae leave you by yoursel' in the house," said he. "I'll have to lock
you out."
</p>
<p>
The blood came to my face. "If you lock me out," I said, "it'll be the
last you'll see of me in friendship."
</p>
<p>
He turned very pale, and sucked his mouth in.
</p>
<p>
"This is no the way," he said, looking wickedly at a corner of the floor—"this
is no the way to win my favour, David."
</p>
<p>
"Sir," says I, "with a proper reverence for your age and our common blood,
I do not value your favour at a boddle's purchase. I was brought up to
have a good conceit of myself; and if you were all the uncle, and all the
family, I had in the world ten times over, I wouldn't buy your liking at
such prices."
</p>
<p>
Uncle Ebenezer went and looked out of the window for awhile. I could see
him all trembling and twitching, like a man with palsy. But when he turned
round, he had a smile upon his face.
</p>
<p>
"Well, well," said he, "we must bear and forbear. I'll no go; that's all
that's to be said of it."
</p>
<p>
"Uncle Ebenezer," I said, "I can make nothing out of this. You use me like
a thief; you hate to have me in this house; you let me see it, every word
and every minute: it's not possible that you can like me; and as for me,
I've spoken to you as I never thought to speak to any man. Why do you seek
to keep me, then? Let me gang back—let me gang back to the friends I
have, and that like me!"
</p>
<p>
"Na, na; na, na," he said, very earnestly. "I like you fine; we'll agree
fine yet; and for the honour of the house I couldnae let you leave the way
ye came. Bide here quiet, there's a good lad; just you bide here quiet a
bittie, and ye'll find that we agree."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said I, after I had thought the matter out in silence, "I'll
stay awhile. It's more just I should be helped by my own blood than
strangers; and if we don't agree, I'll do my best it shall be through no
fault of mine."
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CHAPTER IV
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<h3>
I RUN A GREAT DANGER IN THE HOUSE OF SHAWS
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or a day that was begun so ill, the day passed fairly well. We had the
porridge cold again at noon, and hot porridge at night; porridge and small
beer was my uncle's diet. He spoke but little, and that in the same way as
before, shooting a question at me after a long silence; and when I sought
to lead him to talk about my future, slipped out of it again. In a room
next door to the kitchen, where he suffered me to go, I found a great
number of books, both Latin and English, in which I took great pleasure
all the afternoon. Indeed, the time passed so lightly in this good
company, that I began to be almost reconciled to my residence at Shaws;
and nothing but the sight of my uncle, and his eyes playing hide and seek
with mine, revived the force of my distrust.
</p>
<p>
One thing I discovered, which put me in some doubt. This was an entry on
the fly-leaf of a chap-book (one of Patrick Walker's) plainly written by
my father's hand and thus conceived: "To my brother Ebenezer on his fifth
birthday." Now, what puzzled me was this: That, as my father was of course
the younger brother, he must either have made some strange error, or he
must have written, before he was yet five, an excellent, clear manly hand
of writing.
</p>
<p>
I tried to get this out of my head; but though I took down many
interesting authors, old and new, history, poetry, and story-book, this
notion of my father's hand of writing stuck to me; and when at length I
went back into the kitchen, and sat down once more to porridge and small
beer, the first thing I said to Uncle Ebenezer was to ask him if my father
had not been very quick at his book.
</p>
<p>
"Alexander? No him!" was the reply. "I was far quicker mysel'; I was a
clever chappie when I was young. Why, I could read as soon as he could."
</p>
<p>
This puzzled me yet more; and a thought coming into my head, I asked if he
and my father had been twins.
</p>
<p>
He jumped upon his stool, and the horn spoon fell out of his hand upon the
floor. "What gars ye ask that?" he said, and he caught me by the breast of
the jacket, and looked this time straight into my eyes: his own were
little and light, and bright like a bird's, blinking and winking
strangely.
</p>
<p>
"What do you mean?" I asked, very calmly, for I was far stronger than he,
and not easily frightened. "Take your hand from my jacket. This is no way
to behave."
</p>
<p>
My uncle seemed to make a great effort upon himself. "Dod man, David," he
said, "ye should-nae speak to me about your father. That's where the
mistake is." He sat awhile and shook, blinking in his plate: "He was all
the brother that ever I had," he added, but with no heart in his voice;
and then he caught up his spoon and fell to supper again, but still
shaking.
</p>
<p>
Now this last passage, this laying of hands upon my person and sudden
profession of love for my dead father, went so clean beyond my
comprehension that it put me into both fear and hope. On the one hand, I
began to think my uncle was perhaps insane and might be dangerous; on the
other, there came up into my mind (quite unbidden by me and even
discouraged) a story like some ballad I had heard folk singing, of a poor
lad that was a rightful heir and a wicked kinsman that tried to keep him
from his own. For why should my uncle play a part with a relative that
came, almost a beggar, to his door, unless in his heart he had some cause
to fear him?
</p>
<p>
With this notion, all unacknowledged, but nevertheless getting firmly
settled in my head, I now began to imitate his covert looks; so that we
sat at table like a cat and a mouse, each stealthily observing the other.
Not another word had he to say to me, black or white, but was busy turning
something secretly over in his mind; and the longer we sat and the more I
looked at him, the more certain I became that the something was unfriendly
to myself.
</p>
<p>
When he had cleared the platter, he got out a single pipeful of tobacco,
just as in the morning, turned round a stool into the chimney corner, and
sat awhile smoking, with his back to me.
</p>
<p>
"Davie," he said, at length, "I've been thinking;" then he paused, and
said it again. "There's a wee bit siller that I half promised ye before ye
were born," he continued; "promised it to your father. O, naething legal,
ye understand; just gentlemen daffing at their wine. Well, I keepit that
bit money separate—it was a great expense, but a promise is a
promise—and it has grown by now to be a matter of just precisely—just
exactly"—and here he paused and stumbled—"of just exactly
forty pounds!" This last he rapped out with a sidelong glance over his
shoulder; and the next moment added, almost with a scream, "Scots!"
</p>
<p>
The pound Scots being the same thing as an English shilling, the
difference made by this second thought was considerable; I could see,
besides, that the whole story was a lie, invented with some end which it
puzzled me to guess; and I made no attempt to conceal the tone of raillery
in which I answered—
</p>
<p>
"O, think again, sir! Pounds sterling, I believe!"
</p>
<p>
"That's what I said," returned my uncle: "pounds sterling! And if you'll
step out-by to the door a minute, just to see what kind of a night it is,
I'll get it out to ye and call ye in again."
</p>
<p>
I did his will, smiling to myself in my contempt that he should think I
was so easily to be deceived. It was a dark night, with a few stars low
down; and as I stood just outside the door, I heard a hollow moaning of
wind far off among the hills. I said to myself there was something
thundery and changeful in the weather, and little knew of what a vast
importance that should prove to me before the evening passed.
</p>
<p>
When I was called in again, my uncle counted out into my hand seven and
thirty golden guinea pieces; the rest was in his hand, in small gold and
silver; but his heart failed him there, and he crammed the change into his
pocket.
</p>
<p>
"There," said he, "that'll show you! I'm a queer man, and strange wi'
strangers; but my word is my bond, and there's the proof of it."
</p>
<p>
Now, my uncle seemed so miserly that I was struck dumb by this sudden
generosity, and could find no words in which to thank him.
</p>
<p>
"No a word!" said he. "Nae thanks; I want nae thanks. I do my duty. I'm no
saying that everybody would have done it; but for my part (though I'm a
careful body, too) it's a pleasure to me to do the right by my brother's
son; and it's a pleasure to me to think that now we'll agree as such near
friends should."
</p>
<p>
I spoke him in return as handsomely as I was able; but all the while I was
wondering what would come next, and why he had parted with his precious
guineas; for as to the reason he had given, a baby would have refused it.
</p>
<p>
Presently he looked towards me sideways.
</p>
<p>
"And see here," says he, "tit for tat."
</p>
<p>
I told him I was ready to prove my gratitude in any reasonable degree, and
then waited, looking for some monstrous demand. And yet, when at last he
plucked up courage to speak, it was only to tell me (very properly, as I
thought) that he was growing old and a little broken, and that he would
expect me to help him with the house and the bit garden.
</p>
<p>
I answered, and expressed my readiness to serve.
</p>
<p>
"Well," he said, "let's begin." He pulled out of his pocket a rusty key.
"There," says he, "there's the key of the stair-tower at the far end of
the house. Ye can only win into it from the outside, for that part of the
house is no finished. Gang ye in there, and up the stairs, and bring me
down the chest that's at the top. There's papers in't," he added.
</p>
<p>
"Can I have a light, sir?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Na," said he, very cunningly. "Nae lights in my house."
</p>
<p>
"Very well, sir," said I. "Are the stairs good?"
</p>
<p>
"They're grand," said he; and then, as I was going, "Keep to the wall," he
added; "there's nae bannisters. But the stairs are grand underfoot."
</p>
<p>
Out I went into the night. The wind was still moaning in the distance,
though never a breath of it came near the house of Shaws. It had fallen
blacker than ever; and I was glad to feel along the wall, till I came the
length of the stairtower door at the far end of the unfinished wing. I had
got the key into the keyhole and had just turned it, when all upon a
sudden, without sound of wind or thunder, the whole sky lighted up with
wild fire and went black again. I had to put my hand over my eyes to get
back to the colour of the darkness; and indeed I was already half blinded
when I stepped into the tower.
</p>
<p>
It was so dark inside, it seemed a body could scarce breathe; but I pushed
out with foot and hand, and presently struck the wall with the one, and
the lowermost round of the stair with the other. The wall, by the touch,
was of fine hewn stone; the steps too, though somewhat steep and narrow,
were of polished masonwork, and regular and solid underfoot. Minding my
uncle's word about the bannisters, I kept close to the tower side, and
felt my way in the pitch darkness with a beating heart.
</p>
<p>
The house of Shaws stood some five full storeys high, not counting lofts.
Well, as I advanced, it seemed to me the stair grew airier and a thought
more lightsome; and I was wondering what might be the cause of this
change, when a second blink of the summer lightning came and went. If I
did not cry out, it was because fear had me by the throat; and if I did
not fall, it was more by Heaven's mercy than my own strength. It was not
only that the flash shone in on every side through breaches in the wall,
so that I seemed to be clambering aloft upon an open scaffold, but the
same passing brightness showed me the steps were of unequal length, and
that one of my feet rested that moment within two inches of the well.
</p>
<p>
This was the grand stair! I thought; and with the thought, a gust of a
kind of angry courage came into my heart. My uncle had sent me here,
certainly to run great risks, perhaps to die. I swore I would settle that
"perhaps," if I should break my neck for it; got me down upon my hands and
knees; and as slowly as a snail, feeling before me every inch, and testing
the solidity of every stone, I continued to ascend the stair. The
darkness, by contrast with the flash, appeared to have redoubled; nor was
that all, for my ears were now troubled and my mind confounded by a great
stir of bats in the top part of the tower, and the foul beasts, flying
downwards, sometimes beat about my face and body.
</p>
<p>
The tower, I should have said, was square; and in every corner the step
was made of a great stone of a different shape to join the flights. Well,
I had come close to one of these turns, when, feeling forward as usual, my
hand slipped upon an edge and found nothing but emptiness beyond it. The
stair had been carried no higher; to set a stranger mounting it in the
darkness was to send him straight to his death; and (although, thanks to
the lightning and my own precautions, I was safe enough) the mere thought
of the peril in which I might have stood, and the dreadful height I might
have fallen from, brought out the sweat upon my body and relaxed my
joints.
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But I knew what I wanted now, and turned and groped my way down again,
with a wonderful anger in my heart. About half-way down, the wind sprang
up in a clap and shook the tower, and died again; the rain followed; and
before I had reached the ground level it fell in buckets. I put out my
head into the storm, and looked along towards the kitchen. The door, which
I had shut behind me when I left, now stood open, and shed a little
glimmer of light; and I thought I could see a figure standing in the rain,
quite still, like a man hearkening. And then there came a blinding flash,
which showed me my uncle plainly, just where I had fancied him to stand;
and hard upon the heels of it, a great tow-row of thunder.
</p>
<p>
Now, whether my uncle thought the crash to be the sound of my fall, or
whether he heard in it God's voice denouncing murder, I will leave you to
guess. Certain it is, at least, that he was seized on by a kind of panic
fear, and that he ran into the house and left the door open behind him. I
followed as softly as I could, and, coming unheard into the kitchen, stood
and watched him.
</p>
<p>
He had found time to open the corner cupboard and bring out a great case
bottle of aqua vitae, and now sat with his back towards me at the table.
Ever and again he would be seized with a fit of deadly shuddering and
groan aloud, and carrying the bottle to his lips, drink down the raw
spirits by the mouthful.
</p>
<p>
I stepped forward, came close behind him where he sat, and suddenly
clapping my two hands down upon his shoulders—"Ah!" cried I.
</p>
<p>
My uncle gave a kind of broken cry like a sheep's bleat, flung up his
arms, and tumbled to the floor like a dead man. I was somewhat shocked at
this; but I had myself to look to first of all, and did not hesitate to
let him lie as he had fallen. The keys were hanging in the cupboard; and
it was my design to furnish myself with arms before my uncle should come
again to his senses and the power of devising evil. In the cupboard were a
few bottles, some apparently of medicine; a great many bills and other
papers, which I should willingly enough have rummaged, had I had the time;
and a few necessaries that were nothing to my purpose. Thence I turned to
the chests. The first was full of meal; the second of moneybags and papers
tied into sheaves; in the third, with many other things (and these for the
most part clothes) I found a rusty, ugly-looking Highland dirk without the
scabbard. This, then, I concealed inside my waistcoat, and turned to my
uncle.
</p>
<p>
He lay as he had fallen, all huddled, with one knee up and one arm
sprawling abroad; his face had a strange colour of blue, and he seemed to
have ceased breathing. Fear came on me that he was dead; then I got water
and dashed it in his face; and with that he seemed to come a little to
himself, working his mouth and fluttering his eyelids. At last he looked
up and saw me, and there came into his eyes a terror that was not of this
world.
</p>
<p>
"Come, come," said I; "sit up."
</p>
<p>
"Are ye alive?" he sobbed. "O man, are ye alive?"
</p>
<p>
"That am I," said I. "Small thanks to you!"
</p>
<p>
He had begun to seek for his breath with deep sighs. "The blue phial,"
said he—"in the aumry—the blue phial." His breath came slower
still.
</p>
<p>
I ran to the cupboard, and, sure enough, found there a blue phial of
medicine, with the dose written on it on a paper, and this I administered
to him with what speed I might.
</p>
<p>
"It's the trouble," said he, reviving a little; "I have a trouble, Davie.
It's the heart."
</p>
<p>
I set him on a chair and looked at him. It is true I felt some pity for a
man that looked so sick, but I was full besides of righteous anger; and I
numbered over before him the points on which I wanted explanation: why he
lied to me at every word; why he feared that I should leave him; why he
disliked it to be hinted that he and my father were twins—"Is that
because it is true?" I asked; why he had given me money to which I was
convinced I had no claim; and, last of all, why he had tried to kill me.
He heard me all through in silence; and then, in a broken voice, begged me
to let him go to bed.
</p>
<p>
"I'll tell ye the morn," he said; "as sure as death I will."
</p>
<p>
And so weak was he that I could do nothing but consent. I locked him into
his room, however, and pocketed the key, and then returning to the
kitchen, made up such a blaze as had not shone there for many a long year,
and wrapping myself in my plaid, lay down upon the chests and fell asleep.
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I GO TO THE QUEEN'S FERRY
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<p>
uch rain fell in the night; and the next morning there blew a bitter
wintry wind out of the north-west, driving scattered clouds. For all that,
and before the sun began to peep or the last of the stars had vanished, I
made my way to the side of the burn, and had a plunge in a deep whirling
pool. All aglow from my bath, I sat down once more beside the fire, which
I replenished, and began gravely to consider my position.
</p>
<p>
There was now no doubt about my uncle's enmity; there was no doubt I
carried my life in my hand, and he would leave no stone unturned that he
might compass my destruction. But I was young and spirited, and like most
lads that have been country-bred, I had a great opinion of my shrewdness.
I had come to his door no better than a beggar and little more than a
child; he had met me with treachery and violence; it would be a fine
consummation to take the upper hand, and drive him like a herd of sheep.
</p>
<p>
I sat there nursing my knee and smiling at the fire; and I saw myself in
fancy smell out his secrets one after another, and grow to be that man's
king and ruler. The warlock of Essendean, they say, had made a mirror in
which men could read the future; it must have been of other stuff than
burning coal; for in all the shapes and pictures that I sat and gazed at,
there was never a ship, never a seaman with a hairy cap, never a big
bludgeon for my silly head, or the least sign of all those tribulations
that were ripe to fall on me.
</p>
<p>
Presently, all swollen with conceit, I went up-stairs and gave my prisoner
his liberty. He gave me good-morning civilly; and I gave the same to him,
smiling down upon him, from the heights of my sufficiency. Soon we were
set to breakfast, as it might have been the day before.
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said I, with a jeering tone, "have you nothing more to say to
me?" And then, as he made no articulate reply, "It will be time, I think,
to understand each other," I continued. "You took me for a country Johnnie
Raw, with no more mother-wit or courage than a porridge-stick. I took you
for a good man, or no worse than others at the least. It seems we were
both wrong. What cause you have to fear me, to cheat me, and to attempt my
life—"
</p>
<p>
He murmured something about a jest, and that he liked a bit of fun; and
then, seeing me smile, changed his tone, and assured me he would make all
clear as soon as we had breakfasted. I saw by his face that he had no lie
ready for me, though he was hard at work preparing one; and I think I was
about to tell him so, when we were interrupted by a knocking at the door.
</p>
<p>
Bidding my uncle sit where he was, I went to open it, and found on the
doorstep a half-grown boy in sea-clothes. He had no sooner seen me than he
began to dance some steps of the sea-hornpipe (which I had never before
heard of far less seen), snapping his fingers in the air and footing it
right cleverly. For all that, he was blue with the cold; and there was
something in his face, a look between tears and laughter, that was highly
pathetic and consisted ill with this gaiety of manner.
</p>
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<p>
"What cheer, mate?" says he, with a cracked voice.
</p>
<p>
I asked him soberly to name his pleasure.
</p>
<p>
"O, pleasure!" says he; and then began to sing:
</p>
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"For it's my delight, of a shiny night,
In the season of the year."
</pre>
<p>
"Well," said I, "if you have no business at all, I will even be so
unmannerly as to shut you out."
</p>
<p>
"Stay, brother!" he cried. "Have you no fun about you? or do you want to
get me thrashed? I've brought a letter from old Heasyoasy to Mr.
Belflower." He showed me a letter as he spoke. "And I say, mate," he
added, "I'm mortal hungry."
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "come into the house, and you shall have a bite if I go
empty for it."
</p>
<p>
With that I brought him in and set him down to my own place, where he
fell-to greedily on the remains of breakfast, winking to me between
whiles, and making many faces, which I think the poor soul considered
manly. Meanwhile, my uncle had read the letter and sat thinking; then,
suddenly, he got to his feet with a great air of liveliness, and pulled me
apart into the farthest corner of the room.
</p>
<p>
"Read that," said he, and put the letter in my hand.
</p>
<p>
Here it is, lying before me as I write:
</p>
<p>
"The Hawes Inn, at the Queen's Ferry.
</p>
<p>
"Sir,—I lie here with my hawser up and down, and send my cabin-boy
to informe. If you have any further commands for over-seas, to-day will be
the last occasion, as the wind will serve us well out of the firth. I will
not seek to deny that I have had crosses with your doer,* Mr. Rankeillor;
of which, if not speedily redd up, you may looke to see some losses
follow. I have drawn a bill upon you, as per margin, and am, sir, your
most obedt., humble servant, "ELIAS HOSEASON."* Agent.
</p>
<p>
"You see, Davie," resumed my uncle, as soon as he saw that I had done, "I
have a venture with this man Hoseason, the captain of a trading brig, the
Covenant, of Dysart. Now, if you and me was to walk over with yon lad, I
could see the captain at the Hawes, or maybe on board the Covenant if
there was papers to be signed; and so far from a loss of time, we can jog
on to the lawyer, Mr. Rankeillor's. After a' that's come and gone, ye
would be swier* to believe me upon my naked word; but ye'll believe
Rankeillor. He's factor to half the gentry in these parts; an auld man,
forby: highly respeckit, and he kenned your father."
</p>
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</pre>
<p>
I stood awhile and thought. I was going to some place of shipping, which
was doubtless populous, and where my uncle durst attempt no violence, and,
indeed, even the society of the cabin-boy so far protected me. Once there,
I believed I could force on the visit to the lawyer, even if my uncle were
now insincere in proposing it; and, perhaps, in the bottom of my heart, I
wished a nearer view of the sea and ships. You are to remember I had lived
all my life in the inland hills, and just two days before had my first
sight of the firth lying like a blue floor, and the sailed ships moving on
the face of it, no bigger than toys. One thing with another, I made up my
mind.
</p>
<p>
"Very well," says I, "let us go to the Ferry."
</p>
<p>
My uncle got into his hat and coat, and buckled an old rusty cutlass on;
and then we trod the fire out, locked the door, and set forth upon our
walk.
</p>
<p>
The wind, being in that cold quarter the north-west, blew nearly in our
faces as we went. It was the month of June; the grass was all white with
daisies, and the trees with blossom; but, to judge by our blue nails and
aching wrists, the time might have been winter and the whiteness a
December frost.
</p>
<p>
Uncle Ebenezer trudged in the ditch, jogging from side to side like an old
ploughman coming home from work. He never said a word the whole way; and I
was thrown for talk on the cabin-boy. He told me his name was Ransome, and
that he had followed the sea since he was nine, but could not say how old
he was, as he had lost his reckoning. He showed me tattoo marks, baring
his breast in the teeth of the wind and in spite of my remonstrances, for
I thought it was enough to kill him; he swore horribly whenever he
remembered, but more like a silly schoolboy than a man; and boasted of
many wild and bad things that he had done: stealthy thefts, false
accusations, ay, and even murder; but all with such a dearth of likelihood
in the details, and such a weak and crazy swagger in the delivery, as
disposed me rather to pity than to believe him.
</p>
<p>
I asked him of the brig (which he declared was the finest ship that
sailed) and of Captain Hoseason, in whose praises he was equally loud.
Heasyoasy (for so he still named the skipper) was a man, by his account,
that minded for nothing either in heaven or earth; one that, as people
said, would "crack on all sail into the day of judgment;" rough, fierce,
unscrupulous, and brutal; and all this my poor cabin-boy had taught
himself to admire as something seamanlike and manly. He would only admit
one flaw in his idol. "He ain't no seaman," he admitted. "That's Mr. Shuan
that navigates the brig; he's the finest seaman in the trade, only for
drink; and I tell you I believe it! Why, look'ere;" and turning down his
stocking he showed me a great, raw, red wound that made my blood run cold.
"He done that—Mr. Shuan done it," he said, with an air of pride.
</p>
<p>
"What!" I cried, "do you take such savage usage at his hands? Why, you are
no slave, to be so handled!"
</p>
<p>
"No," said the poor moon-calf, changing his tune at once, "and so he'll
find. See'ere;" and he showed me a great case-knife, which he told me was
stolen. "O," says he, "let me see him try; I dare him to; I'll do for him!
O, he ain't the first!" And he confirmed it with a poor, silly, ugly oath.
</p>
<p>
I have never felt such pity for any one in this wide world as I felt for
that half-witted creature, and it began to come over me that the brig
Covenant (for all her pious name) was little better than a hell upon the
seas.
</p>
<p>
"Have you no friends?" said I.
</p>
<p>
He said he had a father in some English seaport, I forget which.
</p>
<p>
"He was a fine man, too," he said, "but he's dead."
</p>
<p>
"In Heaven's name," cried I, "can you find no reputable life on shore?"
</p>
<p>
"O, no," says he, winking and looking very sly, "they would put me to a
trade. I know a trick worth two of that, I do!"
</p>
<p>
I asked him what trade could be so dreadful as the one he followed, where
he ran the continual peril of his life, not alone from wind and sea, but
by the horrid cruelty of those who were his masters. He said it was very
true; and then began to praise the life, and tell what a pleasure it was
to get on shore with money in his pocket, and spend it like a man, and buy
apples, and swagger, and surprise what he called stick-in-the-mud boys.
"And then it's not all as bad as that," says he; "there's worse off than
me: there's the twenty-pounders. O, laws! you should see them taking on.
Why, I've seen a man as old as you, I dessay"—(to him I seemed old)—"ah,
and he had a beard, too—well, and as soon as we cleared out of the
river, and he had the drug out of his head—my! how he cried and
carried on! I made a fine fool of him, I tell you! And then there's little
uns, too: oh, little by me! I tell you, I keep them in order. When we
carry little uns, I have a rope's end of my own to wollop'em." And so he
ran on, until it came in on me what he meant by twenty-pounders were those
unhappy criminals who were sent over-seas to slavery in North America, or
the still more unhappy innocents who were kidnapped or trepanned (as the
word went) for private interest or vengeance.
</p>
<p>
Just then we came to the top of the hill, and looked down on the Ferry and
the Hope. The Firth of Forth (as is very well known) narrows at this point
to the width of a good-sized river, which makes a convenient ferry going
north, and turns the upper reach into a landlocked haven for all manner of
ships. Right in the midst of the narrows lies an islet with some ruins; on
the south shore they have built a pier for the service of the Ferry; and
at the end of the pier, on the other side of the road, and backed against
a pretty garden of holly-trees and hawthorns, I could see the building
which they called the Hawes Inn.
</p>
<p>
The town of Queensferry lies farther west, and the neighbourhood of the
inn looked pretty lonely at that time of day, for the boat had just gone
north with passengers. A skiff, however, lay beside the pier, with some
seamen sleeping on the thwarts; this, as Ransome told me, was the brig's
boat waiting for the captain; and about half a mile off, and all alone in
the anchorage, he showed me the Covenant herself. There was a sea-going
bustle on board; yards were swinging into place; and as the wind blew from
that quarter, I could hear the song of the sailors as they pulled upon the
ropes. After all I had listened to upon the way, I looked at that ship
with an extreme abhorrence; and from the bottom of my heart I pitied all
poor souls that were condemned to sail in her.
</p>
<p>
We had all three pulled up on the brow of the hill; and now I marched
across the road and addressed my uncle. "I think it right to tell you,
sir," says I, "there's nothing that will bring me on board that Covenant."
</p>
<p>
He seemed to waken from a dream. "Eh?" he said. "What's that?"
</p>
<p>
I told him over again.
</p>
<p>
"Well, well," he said, "we'll have to please ye, I suppose. But what are
we standing here for? It's perishing cold; and if I'm no mistaken, they're
busking the Covenant for sea."
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<h2>
CHAPTER VI
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<h3>
WHAT BEFELL AT THE QUEEN'S FERRY
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s soon as we came to the inn, Ransome led us up the stair to a small
room, with a bed in it, and heated like an oven by a great fire of coal.
At a table hard by the chimney, a tall, dark, sober-looking man sat
writing. In spite of the heat of the room, he wore a thick sea-jacket,
buttoned to the neck, and a tall hairy cap drawn down over his ears; yet I
never saw any man, not even a judge upon the bench, look cooler, or more
studious and self-possessed, than this ship-captain.
</p>
<p>
He got to his feet at once, and coming forward, offered his large hand to
Ebenezer. "I am proud to see you, Mr. Balfour," said he, in a fine deep
voice, "and glad that ye are here in time. The wind's fair, and the tide
upon the turn; we'll see the old coal-bucket burning on the Isle of May
before to-night."
</p>
<p>
"Captain Hoseason," returned my uncle, "you keep your room unco hot."
</p>
<p>
"It's a habit I have, Mr. Balfour," said the skipper. "I'm a cold-rife man
by my nature; I have a cold blood, sir. There's neither fur, nor flannel—no,
sir, nor hot rum, will warm up what they call the temperature. Sir, it's
the same with most men that have been carbonadoed, as they call it, in the
tropic seas."
</p>
<p>
"Well, well, captain," replied my uncle, "we must all be the way we're
made."
</p>
<p>
But it chanced that this fancy of the captain's had a great share in my
misfortunes. For though I had promised myself not to let my kinsman out of
sight, I was both so impatient for a nearer look of the sea, and so
sickened by the closeness of the room, that when he told me to "run
down-stairs and play myself awhile," I was fool enough to take him at his
word.
</p>
<p>
Away I went, therefore, leaving the two men sitting down to a bottle and a
great mass of papers; and crossing the road in front of the inn, walked
down upon the beach. With the wind in that quarter, only little wavelets,
not much bigger than I had seen upon a lake, beat upon the shore. But the
weeds were new to me—some green, some brown and long, and some with
little bladders that crackled between my fingers. Even so far up the
firth, the smell of the sea-water was exceedingly salt and stirring; the
Covenant, besides, was beginning to shake out her sails, which hung upon
the yards in clusters; and the spirit of all that I beheld put me in
thoughts of far voyages and foreign places.
</p>
<p>
I looked, too, at the seamen with the skiff—big brown fellows, some
in shirts, some with jackets, some with coloured handkerchiefs about their
throats, one with a brace of pistols stuck into his pockets, two or three
with knotty bludgeons, and all with their case-knives. I passed the time
of day with one that looked less desperate than his fellows, and asked him
of the sailing of the brig. He said they would get under way as soon as
the ebb set, and expressed his gladness to be out of a port where there
were no taverns and fiddlers; but all with such horrifying oaths, that I
made haste to get away from him.
</p>
<p>
This threw me back on Ransome, who seemed the least wicked of that gang,
and who soon came out of the inn and ran to me, crying for a bowl of
punch. I told him I would give him no such thing, for neither he nor I was
of an age for such indulgences. "But a glass of ale you may have, and
welcome," said I. He mopped and mowed at me, and called me names; but he
was glad to get the ale, for all that; and presently we were set down at a
table in the front room of the inn, and both eating and drinking with a
good appetite.
</p>
<p>
Here it occurred to me that, as the landlord was a man of that county, I
might do well to make a friend of him. I offered him a share, as was much
the custom in those days; but he was far too great a man to sit with such
poor customers as Ransome and myself, and he was leaving the room, when I
called him back to ask if he knew Mr. Rankeillor.
</p>
<p>
"Hoot, ay," says he, "and a very honest man. And, O, by-the-by," says he,
"was it you that came in with Ebenezer?" And when I had told him yes,
"Ye'll be no friend of his?" he asked, meaning, in the Scottish way, that
I would be no relative.
</p>
<p>
I told him no, none.
</p>
<p>
"I thought not," said he, "and yet ye have a kind of gliff* of Mr.
Alexander."
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<p>
I said it seemed that Ebenezer was ill-seen in the country.
</p>
<p>
"Nae doubt," said the landlord. "He's a wicked auld man, and there's many
would like to see him girning in the tow*. Jennet Clouston and mony mair
that he has harried out of house and hame. And yet he was ance a fine
young fellow, too. But that was before the sough** gaed abroad about Mr.
Alexander, that was like the death of him."
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* Rope.
** Report.
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<p>
"And what was it?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"Ou, just that he had killed him," said the landlord. "Did ye never hear
that?"
</p>
<p>
"And what would he kill him for?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"And what for, but just to get the place," said he.
</p>
<p>
"The place?" said I. "The Shaws?"
</p>
<p>
"Nae other place that I ken," said he.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, man?" said I. "Is that so? Was my—was Alexander the eldest
son?"
</p>
<p>
"'Deed was he," said the landlord. "What else would he have killed him
for?"
</p>
<p>
And with that he went away, as he had been impatient to do from the
beginning.
</p>
<p>
Of course, I had guessed it a long while ago; but it is one thing to
guess, another to know; and I sat stunned with my good fortune, and could
scarce grow to believe that the same poor lad who had trudged in the dust
from Ettrick Forest not two days ago, was now one of the rich of the
earth, and had a house and broad lands, and might mount his horse
tomorrow. All these pleasant things, and a thousand others, crowded into
my mind, as I sat staring before me out of the inn window, and paying no
heed to what I saw; only I remember that my eye lighted on Captain
Hoseason down on the pier among his seamen, and speaking with some
authority. And presently he came marching back towards the house, with no
mark of a sailor's clumsiness, but carrying his fine, tall figure with a
manly bearing, and still with the same sober, grave expression on his
face. I wondered if it was possible that Ransome's stories could be true,
and half disbelieved them; they fitted so ill with the man's looks. But
indeed, he was neither so good as I supposed him, nor quite so bad as
Ransome did; for, in fact, he was two men, and left the better one behind
as soon as he set foot on board his vessel.
</p>
<p>
The next thing, I heard my uncle calling me, and found the pair in the
road together. It was the captain who addressed me, and that with an air
(very flattering to a young lad) of grave equality.
</p>
<p>
"Sir," said he, "Mr. Balfour tells me great things of you; and for my own
part, I like your looks. I wish I was for longer here, that we might make
the better friends; but we'll make the most of what we have. Ye shall come
on board my brig for half an hour, till the ebb sets, and drink a bowl
with me."
</p>
<p>
Now, I longed to see the inside of a ship more than words can tell; but I
was not going to put myself in jeopardy, and I told him my uncle and I had
an appointment with a lawyer.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ay," said he, "he passed me word of that. But, ye see, the boat'll
set ye ashore at the town pier, and that's but a penny stonecast from
Rankeillor's house." And here he suddenly leaned down and whispered in my
ear: "Take care of the old tod;* he means mischief. Come aboard till I can
get a word with ye." And then, passing his arm through mine, he continued
aloud, as he set off towards his boat: "But, come, what can I bring ye
from the Carolinas? Any friend of Mr. Balfour's can command. A roll of
tobacco? Indian feather-work? a skin of a wild beast? a stone pipe? the
mocking-bird that mews for all the world like a cat? the cardinal bird
that is as red as blood?—take your pick and say your pleasure."
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<p>
By this time we were at the boat-side, and he was handing me in. I did not
dream of hanging back; I thought (the poor fool!) that I had found a good
friend and helper, and I was rejoiced to see the ship. As soon as we were
all set in our places, the boat was thrust off from the pier and began to
move over the waters: and what with my pleasure in this new movement and
my surprise at our low position, and the appearance of the shores, and the
growing bigness of the brig as we drew near to it, I could hardly
understand what the captain said, and must have answered him at random.
</p>
<p>
As soon as we were alongside (where I sat fairly gaping at the ship's
height, the strong humming of the tide against its sides, and the pleasant
cries of the seamen at their work) Hoseason, declaring that he and I must
be the first aboard, ordered a tackle to be sent down from the main-yard.
In this I was whipped into the air and set down again on the deck, where
the captain stood ready waiting for me, and instantly slipped back his arm
under mine. There I stood some while, a little dizzy with the unsteadiness
of all around me, perhaps a little afraid, and yet vastly pleased with
these strange sights; the captain meanwhile pointing out the strangest,
and telling me their names and uses.
</p>
<p>
"But where is my uncle?" said I suddenly.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said Hoseason, with a sudden grimness, "that's the point."
</p>
<p>
I felt I was lost. With all my strength, I plucked myself clear of him and
ran to the bulwarks. Sure enough, there was the boat pulling for the town,
with my uncle sitting in the stern. I gave a piercing cry—"Help,
help! Murder!"—so that both sides of the anchorage rang with it, and
my uncle turned round where he was sitting, and showed me a face full of
cruelty and terror.
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<p>
It was the last I saw. Already strong hands had been plucking me back from
the ship's side; and now a thunderbolt seemed to strike me; I saw a great
flash of fire, and fell senseless.
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<h2>
CHAPTER VII
</h2>
<h3>
I GO TO SEA IN THE BRIG "COVENANT" OF DYSART
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came to myself in darkness, in great pain, bound hand and foot, and
deafened by many unfamiliar noises. There sounded in my ears a roaring of
water as of a huge mill-dam, the thrashing of heavy sprays, the thundering
of the sails, and the shrill cries of seamen. The whole world now heaved
giddily up, and now rushed giddily downward; and so sick and hurt was I in
body, and my mind so much confounded, that it took me a long while,
chasing my thoughts up and down, and ever stunned again by a fresh stab of
pain, to realise that I must be lying somewhere bound in the belly of that
unlucky ship, and that the wind must have strengthened to a gale. With the
clear perception of my plight, there fell upon me a blackness of despair,
a horror of remorse at my own folly, and a passion of anger at my uncle,
that once more bereft me of my senses.
</p>
<p>
When I returned again to life, the same uproar, the same confused and
violent movements, shook and deafened me; and presently, to my other pains
and distresses, there was added the sickness of an unused landsman on the
sea. In that time of my adventurous youth, I suffered many hardships; but
none that was so crushing to my mind and body, or lit by so few hopes, as
these first hours aboard the brig.
</p>
<p>
I heard a gun fire, and supposed the storm had proved too strong for us,
and we were firing signals of distress. The thought of deliverance, even
by death in the deep sea, was welcome to me. Yet it was no such matter;
but (as I was afterwards told) a common habit of the captain's, which I
here set down to show that even the worst man may have his kindlier side.
We were then passing, it appeared, within some miles of Dysart, where the
brig was built, and where old Mrs. Hoseason, the captain's mother, had
come some years before to live; and whether outward or inward bound, the
Covenant was never suffered to go by that place by day, without a gun
fired and colours shown.
</p>
<p>
I had no measure of time; day and night were alike in that ill-smelling
cavern of the ship's bowels where I lay; and the misery of my situation
drew out the hours to double. How long, therefore, I lay waiting to hear
the ship split upon some rock, or to feel her reel head foremost into the
depths of the sea, I have not the means of computation. But sleep at
length stole from me the consciousness of sorrow.
</p>
<p>
I was awakened by the light of a hand-lantern shining in my face. A small
man of about thirty, with green eyes and a tangle of fair hair, stood
looking down at me.
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<p>
"Well," said he, "how goes it?"
</p>
<p>
I answered by a sob; and my visitor then felt my pulse and temples, and
set himself to wash and dress the wound upon my scalp.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, "a sore dunt*. What, man? Cheer up! The world's no done;
you've made a bad start of it but you'll make a better. Have you had any
meat?"
</p>
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</pre>
<p>
I said I could not look at it: and thereupon he gave me some brandy and
water in a tin pannikin, and left me once more to myself.
</p>
<p>
The next time he came to see me, I was lying betwixt sleep and waking, my
eyes wide open in the darkness, the sickness quite departed, but succeeded
by a horrid giddiness and swimming that was almost worse to bear. I ached,
besides, in every limb, and the cords that bound me seemed to be of fire.
The smell of the hole in which I lay seemed to have become a part of me;
and during the long interval since his last visit I had suffered tortures
of fear, now from the scurrying of the ship's rats, that sometimes
pattered on my very face, and now from the dismal imaginings that haunt
the bed of fever.
</p>
<p>
The glimmer of the lantern, as a trap opened, shone in like the heaven's
sunlight; and though it only showed me the strong, dark beams of the ship
that was my prison, I could have cried aloud for gladness. The man with
the green eyes was the first to descend the ladder, and I noticed that he
came somewhat unsteadily. He was followed by the captain. Neither said a
word; but the first set to and examined me, and dressed my wound as
before, while Hoseason looked me in my face with an odd, black look.
</p>
<p>
"Now, sir, you see for yourself," said the first: "a high fever, no
appetite, no light, no meat: you see for yourself what that means."
</p>
<p>
"I am no conjurer, Mr. Riach," said the captain.
</p>
<p>
"Give me leave, sir," said Riach; "you've a good head upon your shoulders,
and a good Scotch tongue to ask with; but I will leave you no manner of
excuse; I want that boy taken out of this hole and put in the forecastle."
</p>
<p>
"What ye may want, sir, is a matter of concern to nobody but yoursel',"
returned the captain; "but I can tell ye that which is to be. Here he is;
here he shall bide."
</p>
<p>
"Admitting that you have been paid in a proportion," said the other, "I
will crave leave humbly to say that I have not. Paid I am, and none too
much, to be the second officer of this old tub, and you ken very well if I
do my best to earn it. But I was paid for nothing more."
</p>
<p>
"If ye could hold back your hand from the tin-pan, Mr. Riach, I would have
no complaint to make of ye," returned the skipper; "and instead of asking
riddles, I make bold to say that ye would keep your breath to cool your
porridge. We'll be required on deck," he added, in a sharper note, and set
one foot upon the ladder.
</p>
<p>
But Mr. Riach caught him by the sleeve.
</p>
<p>
"Admitting that you have been paid to do a murder——" he began.
</p>
<p>
Hoseason turned upon him with a flash.
</p>
<p>
"What's that?" he cried. "What kind of talk is that?"
</p>
<p>
"It seems it is the talk that you can understand," said Mr. Riach, looking
him steadily in the face.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Riach, I have sailed with ye three cruises," replied the captain. "In
all that time, sir, ye should have learned to know me: I'm a stiff man,
and a dour man; but for what ye say the now—fie, fie!—it comes
from a bad heart and a black conscience. If ye say the lad will die——"
</p>
<p>
"Ay, will he!" said Mr. Riach.
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir, is not that enough?" said Hoseason. "Flit him where ye
please!"
</p>
<p>
Thereupon the captain ascended the ladder; and I, who had lain silent
throughout this strange conversation, beheld Mr. Riach turn after him and
bow as low as to his knees in what was plainly a spirit of derision. Even
in my then state of sickness, I perceived two things: that the mate was
touched with liquor, as the captain hinted, and that (drunk or sober) he
was like to prove a valuable friend.
</p>
<p>
Five minutes afterwards my bonds were cut, I was hoisted on a man's back,
carried up to the forecastle, and laid in a bunk on some sea-blankets;
where the first thing that I did was to lose my senses.
</p>
<p>
It was a blessed thing indeed to open my eyes again upon the daylight, and
to find myself in the society of men. The forecastle was a roomy place
enough, set all about with berths, in which the men of the watch below
were seated smoking, or lying down asleep. The day being calm and the wind
fair, the scuttle was open, and not only the good daylight, but from time
to time (as the ship rolled) a dusty beam of sunlight shone in, and
dazzled and delighted me. I had no sooner moved, moreover, than one of the
men brought me a drink of something healing which Mr. Riach had prepared,
and bade me lie still and I should soon be well again. There were no bones
broken, he explained: "A clour* on the head was naething. Man," said he,
"it was me that gave it ye!"
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</pre>
<p>
Here I lay for the space of many days a close prisoner, and not only got
my health again, but came to know my companions. They were a rough lot
indeed, as sailors mostly are: being men rooted out of all the kindly
parts of life, and condemned to toss together on the rough seas, with
masters no less cruel. There were some among them that had sailed with the
pirates and seen things it would be a shame even to speak of; some were
men that had run from the king's ships, and went with a halter round their
necks, of which they made no secret; and all, as the saying goes, were "at
a word and a blow" with their best friends. Yet I had not been many days
shut up with them before I began to be ashamed of my first judgment, when
I had drawn away from them at the Ferry pier, as though they had been
unclean beasts. No class of man is altogether bad, but each has its own
faults and virtues; and these shipmates of mine were no exception to the
rule. Rough they were, sure enough; and bad, I suppose; but they had many
virtues. They were kind when it occurred to them, simple even beyond the
simplicity of a country lad like me, and had some glimmerings of honesty.
</p>
<p>
There was one man, of maybe forty, that would sit on my berthside for
hours and tell me of his wife and child. He was a fisher that had lost his
boat, and thus been driven to the deep-sea voyaging. Well, it is years ago
now: but I have never forgotten him. His wife (who was "young by him," as
he often told me) waited in vain to see her man return; he would never
again make the fire for her in the morning, nor yet keep the bairn when
she was sick. Indeed, many of these poor fellows (as the event proved)
were upon their last cruise; the deep seas and cannibal fish received
them; and it is a thankless business to speak ill of the dead.
</p>
<p>
Among other good deeds that they did, they returned my money, which had
been shared among them; and though it was about a third short, I was very
glad to get it, and hoped great good from it in the land I was going to.
The ship was bound for the Carolinas; and you must not suppose that I was
going to that place merely as an exile. The trade was even then much
depressed; since that, and with the rebellion of the colonies and the
formation of the United States, it has, of course, come to an end; but in
those days of my youth, white men were still sold into slavery on the
plantations, and that was the destiny to which my wicked uncle had
condemned me.
</p>
<p>
The cabin-boy Ransome (from whom I had first heard of these atrocities)
came in at times from the round-house, where he berthed and served, now
nursing a bruised limb in silent agony, now raving against the cruelty of
Mr. Shuan. It made my heart bleed; but the men had a great respect for the
chief mate, who was, as they said, "the only seaman of the whole
jing-bang, and none such a bad man when he was sober." Indeed, I found
there was a strange peculiarity about our two mates: that Mr. Riach was
sullen, unkind, and harsh when he was sober, and Mr. Shuan would not hurt
a fly except when he was drinking. I asked about the captain; but I was
told drink made no difference upon that man of iron.
</p>
<p>
I did my best in the small time allowed me to make some thing like a man,
or rather I should say something like a boy, of the poor creature,
Ransome. But his mind was scarce truly human. He could remember nothing of
the time before he came to sea; only that his father had made clocks, and
had a starling in the parlour, which could whistle "The North Countrie;"
all else had been blotted out in these years of hardship and cruelties. He
had a strange notion of the dry land, picked up from sailor's stories:
that it was a place where lads were put to some kind of slavery called a
trade, and where apprentices were continually lashed and clapped into foul
prisons. In a town, he thought every second person a decoy, and every
third house a place in which seamen would be drugged and murdered. To be
sure, I would tell him how kindly I had myself been used upon that dry
land he was so much afraid of, and how well fed and carefully taught both
by my friends and my parents: and if he had been recently hurt, he would
weep bitterly and swear to run away; but if he was in his usual crackbrain
humour, or (still more) if he had had a glass of spirits in the
roundhouse, he would deride the notion.
</p>
<p>
It was Mr. Riach (Heaven forgive him!) who gave the boy drink; and it was,
doubtless, kindly meant; but besides that it was ruin to his health, it
was the pitifullest thing in life to see this unhappy, unfriended creature
staggering, and dancing, and talking he knew not what. Some of the men
laughed, but not all; others would grow as black as thunder (thinking,
perhaps, of their own childhood or their own children) and bid him stop
that nonsense, and think what he was doing. As for me, I felt ashamed to
look at him, and the poor child still comes about me in my dreams.
</p>
<p>
All this time, you should know, the Covenant was meeting continual
head-winds and tumbling up and down against head-seas, so that the scuttle
was almost constantly shut, and the forecastle lighted only by a swinging
lantern on a beam. There was constant labour for all hands; the sails had
to be made and shortened every hour; the strain told on the men's temper;
there was a growl of quarrelling all day long from berth to berth; and as
I was never allowed to set my foot on deck, you can picture to yourselves
how weary of my life I grew to be, and how impatient for a change.
</p>
<p>
And a change I was to get, as you shall hear; but I must first tell of a
conversation I had with Mr. Riach, which put a little heart in me to bear
my troubles. Getting him in a favourable stage of drink (for indeed he
never looked near me when he was sober), I pledged him to secrecy, and
told him my whole story.
</p>
<p>
He declared it was like a ballad; that he would do his best to help me;
that I should have paper, pen, and ink, and write one line to Mr. Campbell
and another to Mr. Rankeillor; and that if I had told the truth, ten to
one he would be able (with their help) to pull me through and set me in my
rights.
</p>
<p>
"And in the meantime," says he, "keep your heart up. You're not the only
one, I'll tell you that. There's many a man hoeing tobacco over-seas that
should be mounting his horse at his own door at home; many and many! And
life is all a variorum, at the best. Look at me: I'm a laird's son and
more than half a doctor, and here I am, man-Jack to Hoseason!"
</p>
<p>
I thought it would be civil to ask him for his story.
</p>
<p>
He whistled loud.
</p>
<p>
"Never had one," said he. "I like fun, that's all." And he skipped out of
the forecastle.
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CHAPTER VIII
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THE ROUND-HOUSE
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ne night, about eleven o'clock, a man of Mr. Riach's watch (which was on
deck) came below for his jacket; and instantly there began to go a whisper
about the forecastle that "Shuan had done for him at last." There was no
need of a name; we all knew who was meant; but we had scarce time to get
the idea rightly in our heads, far less to speak of it, when the scuttle
was again flung open, and Captain Hoseason came down the ladder. He looked
sharply round the bunks in the tossing light of the lantern; and then,
walking straight up to me, he addressed me, to my surprise, in tones of
kindness.
</p>
<p>
"My man," said he, "we want ye to serve in the round-house. You and
Ransome are to change berths. Run away aft with ye."
</p>
<p>
Even as he spoke, two seamen appeared in the scuttle, carrying Ransome in
their arms; and the ship at that moment giving a great sheer into the sea,
and the lantern swinging, the light fell direct on the boy's face. It was
as white as wax, and had a look upon it like a dreadful smile. The blood
in me ran cold, and I drew in my breath as if I had been struck.
</p>
<p>
"Run away aft; run away aft with ye!" cried Hoseason.
</p>
<p>
And at that I brushed by the sailors and the boy (who neither spoke nor
moved), and ran up the ladder on deck.
</p>
<p>
The brig was sheering swiftly and giddily through a long, cresting swell.
She was on the starboard tack, and on the left hand, under the arched foot
of the foresail, I could see the sunset still quite bright. This, at such
an hour of the night, surprised me greatly; but I was too ignorant to draw
the true conclusion—that we were going north-about round Scotland,
and were now on the high sea between the Orkney and Shetland Islands,
having avoided the dangerous currents of the Pentland Firth. For my part,
who had been so long shut in the dark and knew nothing of head-winds, I
thought we might be half-way or more across the Atlantic. And indeed
(beyond that I wondered a little at the lateness of the sunset light) I
gave no heed to it, and pushed on across the decks, running between the
seas, catching at ropes, and only saved from going overboard by one of the
hands on deck, who had been always kind to me.
</p>
<p>
The round-house, for which I was bound, and where I was now to sleep and
serve, stood some six feet above the decks, and considering the size of
the brig, was of good dimensions. Inside were a fixed table and bench, and
two berths, one for the captain and the other for the two mates, turn and
turn about. It was all fitted with lockers from top to bottom, so as to
stow away the officers' belongings and a part of the ship's stores; there
was a second store-room underneath, which you entered by a hatchway in the
middle of the deck; indeed, all the best of the meat and drink and the
whole of the powder were collected in this place; and all the firearms,
except the two pieces of brass ordnance, were set in a rack in the
aftermost wall of the round-house. The most of the cutlasses were in
another place.
</p>
<p>
A small window with a shutter on each side, and a skylight in the roof,
gave it light by day; and after dark there was a lamp always burning. It
was burning when I entered, not brightly, but enough to show Mr. Shuan
sitting at the table, with the brandy bottle and a tin pannikin in front
of him. He was a tall man, strongly made and very black; and he stared
before him on the table like one stupid.
</p>
<p>
He took no notice of my coming in; nor did he move when the captain
followed and leant on the berth beside me, looking darkly at the mate. I
stood in great fear of Hoseason, and had my reasons for it; but something
told me I need not be afraid of him just then; and I whispered in his ear:
"How is he?" He shook his head like one that does not know and does not
wish to think, and his face was very stern.
</p>
<p>
Presently Mr. Riach came in. He gave the captain a glance that meant the
boy was dead as plain as speaking, and took his place like the rest of us;
so that we all three stood without a word, staring down at Mr. Shuan, and
Mr. Shuan (on his side) sat without a word, looking hard upon the table.
</p>
<p>
All of a sudden he put out his hand to take the bottle; and at that Mr.
Riach started forward and caught it away from him, rather by surprise than
violence, crying out, with an oath, that there had been too much of this
work altogether, and that a judgment would fall upon the ship. And as he
spoke (the weather sliding-doors standing open) he tossed the bottle into
the sea.
</p>
<p>
Mr. Shuan was on his feet in a trice; he still looked dazed, but he meant
murder, ay, and would have done it, for the second time that night, had
not the captain stepped in between him and his victim.
</p>
<p>
"Sit down!" roars the captain. "Ye sot and swine, do ye know what ye've
done? Ye've murdered the boy!"
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<p>
Mr. Shuan seemed to understand; for he sat down again, and put up his hand
to his brow.
</p>
<p>
"Well," he said, "he brought me a dirty pannikin!"
</p>
<p>
At that word, the captain and I and Mr. Riach all looked at each other for
a second with a kind of frightened look; and then Hoseason walked up to
his chief officer, took him by the shoulder, led him across to his bunk,
and bade him lie down and go to sleep, as you might speak to a bad child.
The murderer cried a little, but he took off his sea-boots and obeyed.
</p>
<p>
"Ah!" cried Mr. Riach, with a dreadful voice, "ye should have interfered
long syne. It's too late now."
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Riach," said the captain, "this night's work must never be kennt in
Dysart. The boy went overboard, sir; that's what the story is; and I would
give five pounds out of my pocket it was true!" He turned to the table.
"What made ye throw the good bottle away?" he added. "There was nae sense
in that, sir. Here, David, draw me another. They're in the bottom locker;"
and he tossed me a key. "Ye'll need a glass yourself, sir," he added to
Riach. "Yon was an ugly thing to see."
</p>
<p>
So the pair sat down and hob-a-nobbed; and while they did so, the
murderer, who had been lying and whimpering in his berth, raised himself
upon his elbow and looked at them and at me.
</p>
<p>
That was the first night of my new duties; and in the course of the next
day I had got well into the run of them. I had to serve at the meals,
which the captain took at regular hours, sitting down with the officer who
was off duty; all the day through I would be running with a dram to one or
other of my three masters; and at night I slept on a blanket thrown on the
deck boards at the aftermost end of the round-house, and right in the
draught of the two doors. It was a hard and a cold bed; nor was I suffered
to sleep without interruption; for some one would be always coming in from
deck to get a dram, and when a fresh watch was to be set, two and
sometimes all three would sit down and brew a bowl together. How they kept
their health, I know not, any more than how I kept my own.
</p>
<p>
And yet in other ways it was an easy service. There was no cloth to lay;
the meals were either of oatmeal porridge or salt junk, except twice a
week, when there was duff: and though I was clumsy enough and (not being
firm on my sealegs) sometimes fell with what I was bringing them, both Mr.
Riach and the captain were singularly patient. I could not but fancy they
were making up lee-way with their consciences, and that they would scarce
have been so good with me if they had not been worse with Ransome.
</p>
<p>
As for Mr. Shuan, the drink or his crime, or the two together, had
certainly troubled his mind. I cannot say I ever saw him in his proper
wits. He never grew used to my being there, stared at me continually
(sometimes, I could have thought, with terror), and more than once drew
back from my hand when I was serving him. I was pretty sure from the first
that he had no clear mind of what he had done, and on my second day in the
round-house I had the proof of it. We were alone, and he had been staring
at me a long time, when all at once, up he got, as pale as death, and came
close up to me, to my great terror. But I had no cause to be afraid of
him.
</p>
<p>
"You were not here before?" he asked.
</p>
<p>
"No, sir," said I."
</p>
<p>
"There was another boy?" he asked again; and when I had answered him,
"Ah!" says he, "I thought that," and went and sat down, without another
word, except to call for brandy.
</p>
<p>
You may think it strange, but for all the horror I had, I was still sorry
for him. He was a married man, with a wife in Leith; but whether or no he
had a family, I have now forgotten; I hope not.
</p>
<p>
Altogether it was no very hard life for the time it lasted, which (as you
are to hear) was not long. I was as well fed as the best of them; even
their pickles, which were the great dainty, I was allowed my share of; and
had I liked I might have been drunk from morning to night, like Mr. Shuan.
I had company, too, and good company of its sort. Mr. Riach, who had been
to the college, spoke to me like a friend when he was not sulking, and
told me many curious things, and some that were informing; and even the
captain, though he kept me at the stick's end the most part of the time,
would sometimes unbuckle a bit, and tell me of the fine countries he had
visited.
</p>
<p>
The shadow of poor Ransome, to be sure, lay on all four of us, and on me
and Mr. Shuan in particular, most heavily. And then I had another trouble
of my own. Here I was, doing dirty work for three men that I looked down
upon, and one of whom, at least, should have hung upon a gallows; that was
for the present; and as for the future, I could only see myself slaving
alongside of negroes in the tobacco fields. Mr. Riach, perhaps from
caution, would never suffer me to say another word about my story; the
captain, whom I tried to approach, rebuffed me like a dog and would not
hear a word; and as the days came and went, my heart sank lower and lower,
till I was even glad of the work which kept me from thinking.
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<h2>
CHAPTER IX
</h2>
<h3>
THE MAN WITH THE BELT OF GOLD
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ore than a week went by, in which the ill-luck that had hitherto pursued
the Covenant upon this voyage grew yet more strongly marked. Some days she
made a little way; others, she was driven actually back. At last we were
beaten so far to the south that we tossed and tacked to and fro the whole
of the ninth day, within sight of Cape Wrath and the wild, rocky coast on
either hand of it. There followed on that a council of the officers, and
some decision which I did not rightly understand, seeing only the result:
that we had made a fair wind of a foul one and were running south.
</p>
<p>
The tenth afternoon there was a falling swell and a thick, wet, white fog
that hid one end of the brig from the other. All afternoon, when I went on
deck, I saw men and officers listening hard over the bulwarks—"for
breakers," they said; and though I did not so much as understand the word,
I felt danger in the air, and was excited.
</p>
<p>
Maybe about ten at night, I was serving Mr. Riach and the captain at their
supper, when the ship struck something with a great sound, and we heard
voices singing out. My two masters leaped to their feet.
</p>
<p>
"She's struck!" said Mr. Riach.
</p>
<p>
"No, sir," said the captain. "We've only run a boat down."
</p>
<p>
And they hurried out.
</p>
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<p>
The captain was in the right of it. We had run down a boat in the fog, and
she had parted in the midst and gone to the bottom with all her crew but
one. This man (as I heard afterwards) had been sitting in the stern as a
passenger, while the rest were on the benches rowing. At the moment of the
blow, the stern had been thrown into the air, and the man (having his
hands free, and for all he was encumbered with a frieze overcoat that came
below his knees) had leaped up and caught hold of the brig's bowsprit. It
showed he had luck and much agility and unusual strength, that he should
have thus saved himself from such a pass. And yet, when the captain
brought him into the round-house, and I set eyes on him for the first
time, he looked as cool as I did.
</p>
<p>
He was smallish in stature, but well set and as nimble as a goat; his face
was of a good open expression, but sunburnt very dark, and heavily
freckled and pitted with the small-pox; his eyes were unusually light and
had a kind of dancing madness in them, that was both engaging and
alarming; and when he took off his great-coat, he laid a pair of fine
silver-mounted pistols on the table, and I saw that he was belted with a
great sword. His manners, besides, were elegant, and he pledged the
captain handsomely. Altogether I thought of him, at the first sight, that
here was a man I would rather call my friend than my enemy.
</p>
<p>
The captain, too, was taking his observations, but rather of the man's
clothes than his person. And to be sure, as soon as he had taken off the
great-coat, he showed forth mighty fine for the round-house of a merchant
brig: having a hat with feathers, a red waistcoat, breeches of black
plush, and a blue coat with silver buttons and handsome silver lace;
costly clothes, though somewhat spoiled with the fog and being slept in.
</p>
<p>
"I'm vexed, sir, about the boat," says the captain.
</p>
<p>
"There are some pretty men gone to the bottom," said the stranger, "that I
would rather see on the dry land again than half a score of boats."
</p>
<p>
"Friends of yours?" said Hoseason.
</p>
<p>
"You have none such friends in your country," was the reply. "They would
have died for me like dogs."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said the captain, still watching him, "there are more men in
the world than boats to put them in."
</p>
<p>
"And that's true, too," cried the other, "and ye seem to be a gentleman of
great penetration."
</p>
<p>
"I have been in France, sir," says the captain, so that it was plain he
meant more by the words than showed upon the face of them.
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," says the other, "and so has many a pretty man, for the matter
of that."
</p>
<p>
"No doubt, sir," says the captain, "and fine coats."
</p>
<p>
"Oho!" says the stranger, "is that how the wind sets?" And he laid his
hand quickly on his pistols.
</p>
<p>
"Don't be hasty," said the captain. "Don't do a mischief before ye see the
need of it. Ye've a French soldier's coat upon your back and a Scotch
tongue in your head, to be sure; but so has many an honest fellow in these
days, and I dare say none the worse of it."
</p>
<p>
"So?" said the gentleman in the fine coat: "are ye of the honest party?"
(meaning, Was he a Jacobite? for each side, in these sort of civil broils,
takes the name of honesty for its own).
</p>
<p>
"Why, sir," replied the captain, "I am a true-blue Protestant, and I thank
God for it." (It was the first word of any religion I had ever heard from
him, but I learnt afterwards he was a great church-goer while on shore.)
"But, for all that," says he, "I can be sorry to see another man with his
back to the wall."
</p>
<p>
"Can ye so, indeed?" asked the Jacobite. "Well, sir, to be quite plain
with ye, I am one of those honest gentlemen that were in trouble about the
years forty-five and six; and (to be still quite plain with ye) if I got
into the hands of any of the red-coated gentry, it's like it would go hard
with me. Now, sir, I was for France; and there was a French ship cruising
here to pick me up; but she gave us the go-by in the fog—as I wish
from the heart that ye had done yoursel'! And the best that I can say is
this: If ye can set me ashore where I was going, I have that upon me will
reward you highly for your trouble."
</p>
<p>
"In France?" says the captain. "No, sir; that I cannot do. But where ye
come from—we might talk of that."
</p>
<p>
And then, unhappily, he observed me standing in my corner, and packed me
off to the galley to get supper for the gentleman. I lost no time, I
promise you; and when I came back into the round-house, I found the
gentleman had taken a money-belt from about his waist, and poured out a
guinea or two upon the table. The captain was looking at the guineas, and
then at the belt, and then at the gentleman's face; and I thought he
seemed excited.
</p>
<p>
"Half of it," he cried, "and I'm your man!"
</p>
<p>
The other swept back the guineas into the belt, and put it on again under
his waistcoat. "I have told ye sir," said he, "that not one doit of it
belongs to me. It belongs to my chieftain," and here he touched his hat,
"and while I would be but a silly messenger to grudge some of it that the
rest might come safe, I should show myself a hound indeed if I bought my
own carcase any too dear. Thirty guineas on the sea-side, or sixty if ye
set me on the Linnhe Loch. Take it, if ye will; if not, ye can do your
worst."
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said Hoseason. "And if I give ye over to the soldiers?"
</p>
<p>
"Ye would make a fool's bargain," said the other. "My chief, let me tell
you, sir, is forfeited, like every honest man in Scotland. His estate is
in the hands of the man they call King George; and it is his officers that
collect the rents, or try to collect them. But for the honour of Scotland,
the poor tenant bodies take a thought upon their chief lying in exile; and
this money is a part of that very rent for which King George is looking.
Now, sir, ye seem to me to be a man that understands things: bring this
money within the reach of Government, and how much of it'll come to you?"
</p>
<p>
"Little enough, to be sure," said Hoseason; and then, "if they knew," he
added, drily. "But I think, if I was to try, that I could hold my tongue
about it."
</p>
<p>
"Ah, but I'll begowk* ye there!" cried the gentleman. "Play me false, and
I'll play you cunning. If a hand is laid upon me, they shall ken what
money it is."
</p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
*Befool.
</pre>
<p>
"Well," returned the captain, "what must be must. Sixty guineas, and done.
Here's my hand upon it."
</p>
<p>
"And here's mine," said the other.
</p>
<p>
And thereupon the captain went out (rather hurriedly, I thought), and left
me alone in the round-house with the stranger.
</p>
<p>
At that period (so soon after the forty-five) there were many exiled
gentlemen coming back at the peril of their lives, either to see their
friends or to collect a little money; and as for the Highland chiefs that
had been forfeited, it was a common matter of talk how their tenants would
stint themselves to send them money, and their clansmen outface the
soldiery to get it in, and run the gauntlet of our great navy to carry it
across. All this I had, of course, heard tell of; and now I had a man
under my eyes whose life was forfeit on all these counts and upon one
more, for he was not only a rebel and a smuggler of rents, but had taken
service with King Louis of France. And as if all this were not enough, he
had a belt full of golden guineas round his loins. Whatever my opinions, I
could not look on such a man without a lively interest.
</p>
<p>
"And so you're a Jacobite?" said I, as I set meat before him.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, beginning to eat. "And you, by your long face, should be a
Whig?"*
</p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
* Whig or Whigamore was the cant name for those who were
loyal to King George.
</pre>
<p>
"Betwixt and between," said I, not to annoy him; for indeed I was as good
a Whig as Mr. Campbell could make me.
</p>
<p>
"And that's naething," said he. "But I'm saying, Mr. Betwixt-and-Between,"
he added, "this bottle of yours is dry; and it's hard if I'm to pay sixty
guineas and be grudged a dram upon the back of it."
</p>
<p>
"I'll go and ask for the key," said I, and stepped on deck.
</p>
<p>
The fog was as close as ever, but the swell almost down. They had laid the
brig to, not knowing precisely where they were, and the wind (what little
there was of it) not serving well for their true course. Some of the hands
were still hearkening for breakers; but the captain and the two officers
were in the waist with their heads together. It struck me (I don't know
why) that they were after no good; and the first word I heard, as I drew
softly near, more than confirmed me.
</p>
<p>
It was Mr. Riach, crying out as if upon a sudden thought: "Couldn't we
wile him out of the round-house?"
</p>
<p>
"He's better where he is," returned Hoseason; "he hasn't room to use his
sword."
</p>
<p>
"Well, that's true," said Riach; "but he's hard to come at."
</p>
<p>
"Hut!" said Hoseason. "We can get the man in talk, one upon each side, and
pin him by the two arms; or if that'll not hold, sir, we can make a run by
both the doors and get him under hand before he has the time to draw."
</p>
<p>
At this hearing, I was seized with both fear and anger at these
treacherous, greedy, bloody men that I sailed with. My first mind was to
run away; my second was bolder.
</p>
<p>
"Captain," said I, "the gentleman is seeking a dram, and the bottle's out.
Will you give me the key?"
</p>
<p>
They all started and turned about.
</p>
<p>
"Why, here's our chance to get the firearms!"
</p>
<p>
Riach cried; and then to me: "Hark ye, David," he said, "do ye ken where
the pistols are?"
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ay," put in Hoseason. "David kens; David's a good lad. Ye see, David
my man, yon wild Hielandman is a danger to the ship, besides being a rank
foe to King George, God bless him!"
</p>
<p>
I had never been so be-Davided since I came on board: but I said Yes, as
if all I heard were quite natural.
</p>
<p>
"The trouble is," resumed the captain, "that all our firelocks, great and
little, are in the round-house under this man's nose; likewise the powder.
Now, if I, or one of the officers, was to go in and take them, he would
fall to thinking. But a lad like you, David, might snap up a horn and a
pistol or two without remark. And if ye can do it cleverly, I'll bear it
in mind when it'll be good for you to have friends; and that's when we
come to Carolina."
</p>
<p>
Here Mr. Riach whispered him a little.
</p>
<p>
"Very right, sir," said the captain; and then to myself: "And see here,
David, yon man has a beltful of gold, and I give you my word that you
shall have your fingers in it."
</p>
<p>
I told him I would do as he wished, though indeed I had scarce breath to
speak with; and upon that he gave me the key of the spirit locker, and I
began to go slowly back to the round-house. What was I to do? They were
dogs and thieves; they had stolen me from my own country; they had killed
poor Ransome; and was I to hold the candle to another murder? But then,
upon the other hand, there was the fear of death very plain before me; for
what could a boy and a man, if they were as brave as lions, against a
whole ship's company?
</p>
<p>
I was still arguing it back and forth, and getting no great clearness,
when I came into the round-house and saw the Jacobite eating his supper
under the lamp; and at that my mind was made up all in a moment. I have no
credit by it; it was by no choice of mine, but as if by compulsion, that I
walked right up to the table and put my hand on his shoulder.
</p>
<p>
"Do ye want to be killed?" said I. He sprang to his feet, and looked a
question at me as clear as if he had spoken.
</p>
<p>
"O!" cried I, "they're all murderers here; it's a ship full of them!
They've murdered a boy already. Now it's you."
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ay," said he; "but they have n't got me yet." And then looking at me
curiously, "Will ye stand with me?"
</p>
<p>
"That will I!" said I. "I am no thief, nor yet murderer. I'll stand by
you."
</p>
<p>
"Why, then," said he, "what's your name?"
</p>
<p>
"David Balfour," said I; and then, thinking that a man with so fine a coat
must like fine people, I added for the first time, "of Shaws."
</p>
<p>
It never occurred to him to doubt me, for a Highlander is used to see
great gentlefolk in great poverty; but as he had no estate of his own, my
words nettled a very childish vanity he had.
</p>
<p>
"My name is Stewart," he said, drawing himself up. "Alan Breck, they call
me. A king's name is good enough for me, though I bear it plain and have
the name of no farm-midden to clap to the hind-end of it."
</p>
<p>
And having administered this rebuke, as though it were something of a
chief importance, he turned to examine our defences.
</p>
<p>
The round-house was built very strong, to support the breaching of the
seas. Of its five apertures, only the skylight and the two doors were
large enough for the passage of a man. The doors, besides, could be drawn
close: they were of stout oak, and ran in grooves, and were fitted with
hooks to keep them either shut or open, as the need arose. The one that
was already shut I secured in this fashion; but when I was proceeding to
slide to the other, Alan stopped me.
</p>
<p>
"David," said he—"for I cannae bring to mind the name of your landed
estate, and so will make so bold as to call you David—that door,
being open, is the best part of my defences."
</p>
<p>
"It would be yet better shut," says I.
</p>
<p>
"Not so, David," says he. "Ye see, I have but one face; but so long as
that door is open and my face to it, the best part of my enemies will be
in front of me, where I would aye wish to find them."
</p>
<p>
Then he gave me from the rack a cutlass (of which there were a few besides
the firearms), choosing it with great care, shaking his head and saying he
had never in all his life seen poorer weapons; and next he set me down to
the table with a powder-horn, a bag of bullets and all the pistols, which
he bade me charge.
</p>
<p>
"And that will be better work, let me tell you," said he, "for a gentleman
of decent birth, than scraping plates and raxing* drams to a wheen tarry
sailors."
</p>
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*Reaching.
</pre>
<p>
Thereupon he stood up in the midst with his face to the door, and drawing
his great sword, made trial of the room he had to wield it in.
</p>
<p>
"I must stick to the point," he said, shaking his head; "and that's a
pity, too. It doesn't set my genius, which is all for the upper guard.
And, now," said he, "do you keep on charging the pistols, and give heed to
me."
</p>
<p>
I told him I would listen closely. My chest was tight, my mouth dry, the
light dark to my eyes; the thought of the numbers that were soon to leap
in upon us kept my heart in a flutter: and the sea, which I heard washing
round the brig, and where I thought my dead body would be cast ere
morning, ran in my mind strangely.
</p>
<p>
"First of all," said he, "how many are against us?"
</p>
<p>
I reckoned them up; and such was the hurry of my mind, I had to cast the
numbers twice. "Fifteen," said I.
</p>
<p>
Alan whistled. "Well," said he, "that can't be cured. And now follow me.
It is my part to keep this door, where I look for the main battle. In
that, ye have no hand. And mind and dinnae fire to this side unless they
get me down; for I would rather have ten foes in front of me than one
friend like you cracking pistols at my back."
</p>
<p>
I told him, indeed I was no great shot.
</p>
<p>
"And that's very bravely said," he cried, in a great admiration of my
candour. "There's many a pretty gentleman that wouldnae dare to say it."
</p>
<p>
"But then, sir," said I, "there is the door behind you, which they may
perhaps break in."
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, "and that is a part of your work. No sooner the pistols
charged, than ye must climb up into yon bed where ye're handy at the
window; and if they lift hand against the door, ye're to shoot. But that's
not all. Let's make a bit of a soldier of ye, David. What else have ye to
guard?"
</p>
<p>
"There's the skylight," said I. "But indeed, Mr. Stewart, I would need to
have eyes upon both sides to keep the two of them; for when my face is at
the one, my back is to the other."
</p>
<p>
"And that's very true," said Alan. "But have ye no ears to your head?"
</p>
<p>
"To be sure!" cried I. "I must hear the bursting of the glass!"
</p>
<p>
"Ye have some rudiments of sense," said Alan, grimly.
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<h2>
CHAPTER X
</h2>
<h3>
THE SIEGE OF THE ROUND-HOUSE
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<p>
ut now our time of truce was come to an end. Those on deck had waited for
my coming till they grew impatient; and scarce had Alan spoken, when the
captain showed face in the open door.
</p>
<p>
"Stand!" cried Alan, and pointed his sword at him. The captain stood,
indeed; but he neither winced nor drew back a foot.
</p>
<p>
"A naked sword?" says he. "This is a strange return for hospitality."
</p>
<p>
"Do ye see me?" said Alan. "I am come of kings; I bear a king's name. My
badge is the oak. Do ye see my sword? It has slashed the heads off mair
Whigamores than you have toes upon your feet. Call up your vermin to your
back, sir, and fall on! The sooner the clash begins, the sooner ye'll
taste this steel throughout your vitals."
</p>
<p>
The captain said nothing to Alan, but he looked over at me with an ugly
look. "David," said he, "I'll mind this;" and the sound of his voice went
through me with a jar.
</p>
<p>
Next moment he was gone.
</p>
<p>
"And now," said Alan, "let your hand keep your head, for the grip is
coming."
</p>
<p>
Alan drew a dirk, which he held in his left hand in case they should run
in under his sword. I, on my part, clambered up into the berth with an
armful of pistols and something of a heavy heart, and set open the window
where I was to watch. It was a small part of the deck that I could
overlook, but enough for our purpose. The sea had gone down, and the wind
was steady and kept the sails quiet; so that there was a great stillness
in the ship, in which I made sure I heard the sound of muttering voices. A
little after, and there came a clash of steel upon the deck, by which I
knew they were dealing out the cutlasses and one had been let fall; and
after that, silence again.
</p>
<p>
I do not know if I was what you call afraid; but my heart beat like a
bird's, both quick and little; and there was a dimness came before my eyes
which I continually rubbed away, and which continually returned. As for
hope, I had none; but only a darkness of despair and a sort of anger
against all the world that made me long to sell my life as dear as I was
able. I tried to pray, I remember, but that same hurry of my mind, like a
man running, would not suffer me to think upon the words; and my chief
wish was to have the thing begin and be done with it.
</p>
<p>
It came all of a sudden when it did, with a rush of feet and a roar, and
then a shout from Alan, and a sound of blows and some one crying out as if
hurt. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw Mr. Shuan in the doorway,
crossing blades with Alan.
</p>
<p>
"That's him that killed the boy!" I cried.
</p>
<p>
"Look to your window!" said Alan; and as I turned back to my place, I saw
him pass his sword through the mate's body.
</p>
<p>
It was none too soon for me to look to my own part; for my head was scarce
back at the window, before five men, carrying a spare yard for a
battering-ram, ran past me and took post to drive the door in. I had never
fired with a pistol in my life, and not often with a gun; far less against
a fellow-creature. But it was now or never; and just as they swang the
yard, I cried out: "Take that!" and shot into their midst.
</p>
<p>
I must have hit one of them, for he sang out and gave back a step, and the
rest stopped as if a little disconcerted. Before they had time to recover,
I sent another ball over their heads; and at my third shot (which went as
wide as the second) the whole party threw down the yard and ran for it.
</p>
<p>
Then I looked round again into the deck-house. The whole place was full of
the smoke of my own firing, just as my ears seemed to be burst with the
noise of the shots. But there was Alan, standing as before; only now his
sword was running blood to the hilt, and himself so swelled with triumph
and fallen into so fine an attitude, that he looked to be invincible.
Right before him on the floor was Mr. Shuan, on his hands and knees; the
blood was pouring from his mouth, and he was sinking slowly lower, with a
terrible, white face; and just as I looked, some of those from behind
caught hold of him by the heels and dragged him bodily out of the
round-house. I believe he died as they were doing it.
</p>
<p>
"There's one of your Whigs for ye!" cried Alan; and then turning to me, he
asked if I had done much execution.
</p>
<p>
I told him I had winged one, and thought it was the captain.
</p>
<p>
"And I've settled two," says he. "No, there's not enough blood let;
they'll be back again. To your watch, David. This was but a dram before
meat."
</p>
<p>
I settled back to my place, re-charging the three pistols I had fired, and
keeping watch with both eye and ear.
</p>
<p>
Our enemies were disputing not far off upon the deck, and that so loudly
that I could hear a word or two above the washing of the seas.
</p>
<p>
"It was Shuan bauchled* it," I heard one say.
</p>
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* Bungled.
</pre>
<p>
And another answered him with a "Wheesht, man! He's paid the piper."
</p>
<p>
After that the voices fell again into the same muttering as before. Only
now, one person spoke most of the time, as though laying down a plan, and
first one and then another answered him briefly, like men taking orders.
By this, I made sure they were coming on again, and told Alan.
</p>
<p>
"It's what we have to pray for," said he. "Unless we can give them a good
distaste of us, and done with it, there'll be nae sleep for either you or
me. But this time, mind, they'll be in earnest."
</p>
<p>
By this, my pistols were ready, and there was nothing to do but listen and
wait. While the brush lasted, I had not the time to think if I was
frighted; but now, when all was still again, my mind ran upon nothing
else. The thought of the sharp swords and the cold steel was strong in me;
and presently, when I began to hear stealthy steps and a brushing of men's
clothes against the round-house wall, and knew they were taking their
places in the dark, I could have found it in my mind to cry out aloud.
</p>
<p>
All this was upon Alan's side; and I had begun to think my share of the
fight was at an end, when I heard some one drop softly on the roof above
me.
</p>
<p>
Then there came a single call on the sea-pipe, and that was the signal. A
knot of them made one rush of it, cutlass in hand, against the door; and
at the same moment, the glass of the skylight was dashed in a thousand
pieces, and a man leaped through and landed on the floor. Before he got
his feet, I had clapped a pistol to his back, and might have shot him,
too; only at the touch of him (and him alive) my whole flesh misgave me,
and I could no more pull the trigger than I could have flown.
</p>
<p>
He had dropped his cutlass as he jumped, and when he felt the pistol,
whipped straight round and laid hold of me, roaring out an oath; and at
that either my courage came again, or I grew so much afraid as came to the
same thing; for I gave a shriek and shot him in the midst of the body. He
gave the most horrible, ugly groan and fell to the floor. The foot of a
second fellow, whose legs were dangling through the skylight, struck me at
the same time upon the head; and at that I snatched another pistol and
shot this one through the thigh, so that he slipped through and tumbled in
a lump on his companion's body. There was no talk of missing, any more
than there was time to aim; I clapped the muzzle to the very place and
fired.
</p>
<p>
I might have stood and stared at them for long, but I heard Alan shout as
if for help, and that brought me to my senses.
</p>
<p>
He had kept the door so long; but one of the seamen, while he was engaged
with others, had run in under his guard and caught him about the body.
Alan was dirking him with his left hand, but the fellow clung like a
leech. Another had broken in and had his cutlass raised. The door was
thronged with their faces. I thought we were lost, and catching up my
cutlass, fell on them in flank.
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<p>
But I had not time to be of help. The wrestler dropped at last; and Alan,
leaping back to get his distance, ran upon the others like a bull, roaring
as he went. They broke before him like water, turning, and running, and
falling one against another in their haste. The sword in his hands flashed
like quicksilver into the huddle of our fleeing enemies; and at every
flash there came the scream of a man hurt. I was still thinking we were
lost, when lo! they were all gone, and Alan was driving them along the
deck as a sheep-dog chases sheep.
</p>
<p>
Yet he was no sooner out than he was back again, being as cautious as he
was brave; and meanwhile the seamen continued running and crying out as if
he was still behind them; and we heard them tumble one upon another into
the forecastle, and clap-to the hatch upon the top.
</p>
<p>
The round-house was like a shambles; three were dead inside, another lay
in his death agony across the threshold; and there were Alan and I
victorious and unhurt.
</p>
<p>
He came up to me with open arms. "Come to my arms!" he cried, and embraced
and kissed me hard upon both cheeks. "David," said he, "I love you like a
brother. And O, man," he cried in a kind of ecstasy, "am I no a bonny
fighter?"
</p>
<p>
Thereupon he turned to the four enemies, passed his sword clean through
each of them, and tumbled them out of doors one after the other. As he did
so, he kept humming and singing and whistling to himself, like a man
trying to recall an air; only what HE was trying was to make one. All the
while, the flush was in his face, and his eyes were as bright as a
five-year-old child's with a new toy. And presently he sat down upon the
table, sword in hand; the air that he was making all the time began to run
a little clearer, and then clearer still; and then out he burst with a
great voice into a Gaelic song.
</p>
<p>
I have translated it here, not in verse (of which I have no skill) but at
least in the king's English.
</p>
<p>
He sang it often afterwards, and the thing became popular; so that I have
heard it and had it explained to me, many's the time.
</p>
<p>
"This is the song of the sword of Alan; The smith made it, The fire set
it; Now it shines in the hand of Alan Breck.
</p>
<p>
"Their eyes were many and bright, Swift were they to behold, Many the
hands they guided: The sword was alone.
</p>
<p>
"The dun deer troop over the hill, They are many, the hill is one; The dun
deer vanish, The hill remains.
</p>
<p>
"Come to me from the hills of heather, Come from the isles of the sea. O
far-beholding eagles, Here is your meat."
</p>
<p>
Now this song which he made (both words and music) in the hour of our
victory, is something less than just to me, who stood beside him in the
tussle. Mr. Shuan and five more were either killed outright or thoroughly
disabled; but of these, two fell by my hand, the two that came by the
skylight. Four more were hurt, and of that number, one (and he not the
least important) got his hurt from me. So that, altogether, I did my fair
share both of the killing and the wounding, and might have claimed a place
in Alan's verses. But poets have to think upon their rhymes; and in good
prose talk, Alan always did me more than justice.
</p>
<p>
In the meanwhile, I was innocent of any wrong being done me. For not only
I knew no word of the Gaelic; but what with the long suspense of the
waiting, and the scurry and strain of our two spirts of fighting, and more
than all, the horror I had of some of my own share in it, the thing was no
sooner over than I was glad to stagger to a seat. There was that tightness
on my chest that I could hardly breathe; the thought of the two men I had
shot sat upon me like a nightmare; and all upon a sudden, and before I had
a guess of what was coming, I began to sob and cry like any child.
</p>
<p>
Alan clapped my shoulder, and said I was a brave lad and wanted nothing
but a sleep.
</p>
<p>
"I'll take the first watch," said he. "Ye've done well by me, David, first
and last; and I wouldn't lose you for all Appin—no, nor for
Breadalbane."
</p>
<p>
So I made up my bed on the floor; and he took the first spell, pistol in
hand and sword on knee, three hours by the captain's watch upon the wall.
Then he roused me up, and I took my turn of three hours; before the end of
which it was broad day, and a very quiet morning, with a smooth, rolling
sea that tossed the ship and made the blood run to and fro on the
round-house floor, and a heavy rain that drummed upon the roof. All my
watch there was nothing stirring; and by the banging of the helm, I knew
they had even no one at the tiller. Indeed (as I learned afterwards) there
were so many of them hurt or dead, and the rest in so ill a temper, that
Mr. Riach and the captain had to take turn and turn like Alan and me, or
the brig might have gone ashore and nobody the wiser. It was a mercy the
night had fallen so still, for the wind had gone down as soon as the rain
began. Even as it was, I judged by the wailing of a great number of gulls
that went crying and fishing round the ship, that she must have drifted
pretty near the coast or one of the islands of the Hebrides; and at last,
looking out of the door of the round-house, I saw the great stone hills of
Skye on the right hand, and, a little more astern, the strange isle of
Rum.
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<h2>
CHAPTER XI
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<h3>
THE CAPTAIN KNUCKLES UNDER
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<p>
lan and I sat down to breakfast about six of the clock. The floor was
covered with broken glass and in a horrid mess of blood, which took away
my hunger. In all other ways we were in a situation not only agreeable but
merry; having ousted the officers from their own cabin, and having at
command all the drink in the ship—both wine and spirits—and
all the dainty part of what was eatable, such as the pickles and the fine
sort of bread. This, of itself, was enough to set us in good humour, but
the richest part of it was this, that the two thirstiest men that ever
came out of Scotland (Mr. Shuan being dead) were now shut in the fore-part
of the ship and condemned to what they hated most—cold water.
</p>
<p>
"And depend upon it," Alan said, "we shall hear more of them ere long. Ye
may keep a man from the fighting, but never from his bottle."
</p>
<p>
We made good company for each other. Alan, indeed, expressed himself most
lovingly; and taking a knife from the table, cut me off one of the silver
buttons from his coat.
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<p>
"I had them," says he, "from my father, Duncan Stewart; and now give ye
one of them to be a keepsake for last night's work. And wherever ye go and
show that button, the friends of Alan Breck will come around you."
</p>
<p>
He said this as if he had been Charlemagne, and commanded armies; and
indeed, much as I admired his courage, I was always in danger of smiling
at his vanity: in danger, I say, for had I not kept my countenance, I
would be afraid to think what a quarrel might have followed.
</p>
<p>
As soon as we were through with our meal he rummaged in the captain's
locker till he found a clothes-brush; and then taking off his coat, began
to visit his suit and brush away the stains, with such care and labour as
I supposed to have been only usual with women. To be sure, he had no
other; and, besides (as he said), it belonged to a king and so behoved to
be royally looked after.
</p>
<p>
For all that, when I saw what care he took to pluck out the threads where
the button had been cut away, I put a higher value on his gift.
</p>
<p>
He was still so engaged when we were hailed by Mr. Riach from the deck,
asking for a parley; and I, climbing through the skylight and sitting on
the edge of it, pistol in hand and with a bold front, though inwardly in
fear of broken glass, hailed him back again and bade him speak out. He
came to the edge of the round-house, and stood on a coil of rope, so that
his chin was on a level with the roof; and we looked at each other awhile
in silence. Mr. Riach, as I do not think he had been very forward in the
battle, so he had got off with nothing worse than a blow upon the cheek:
but he looked out of heart and very weary, having been all night afoot,
either standing watch or doctoring the wounded.
</p>
<p>
"This is a bad job," said he at last, shaking his head.
</p>
<p>
"It was none of our choosing," said I.
</p>
<p>
"The captain," says he, "would like to speak with your friend. They might
speak at the window."
</p>
<p>
"And how do we know what treachery he means?" cried I.
</p>
<p>
"He means none, David," returned Mr. Riach, "and if he did, I'll tell ye
the honest truth, we couldnae get the men to follow."
</p>
<p>
"Is that so?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"I'll tell ye more than that," said he. "It's not only the men; it's me.
I'm frich'ened, Davie." And he smiled across at me. "No," he continued,
"what we want is to be shut of him."
</p>
<p>
Thereupon I consulted with Alan, and the parley was agreed to and parole
given upon either side; but this was not the whole of Mr. Riach's
business, and he now begged me for a dram with such instancy and such
reminders of his former kindness, that at last I handed him a pannikin
with about a gill of brandy. He drank a part, and then carried the rest
down upon the deck, to share it (I suppose) with his superior.
</p>
<p>
A little after, the captain came (as was agreed) to one of the windows,
and stood there in the rain, with his arm in a sling, and looking stern
and pale, and so old that my heart smote me for having fired upon him.
</p>
<p>
Alan at once held a pistol in his face.
</p>
<p>
"Put that thing up!" said the captain. "Have I not passed my word, sir? or
do ye seek to affront me?"
</p>
<p>
"Captain," says Alan, "I doubt your word is a breakable. Last night ye
haggled and argle-bargled like an apple-wife; and then passed me your
word, and gave me your hand to back it; and ye ken very well what was the
upshot. Be damned to your word!" says he.
</p>
<p>
"Well, well, sir," said the captain, "ye'll get little good by swearing."
(And truly that was a fault of which the captain was quite free.) "But we
have other things to speak," he continued, bitterly. "Ye've made a sore
hash of my brig; I haven't hands enough left to work her; and my first
officer (whom I could ill spare) has got your sword throughout his vitals,
and passed without speech. There is nothing left me, sir, but to put back
into the port of Glasgow after hands; and there (by your leave) ye will
find them that are better able to talk to you."
</p>
<p>
"Ay?" said Alan; "and faith, I'll have a talk with them mysel'! Unless
there's naebody speaks English in that town, I have a bonny tale for them.
Fifteen tarry sailors upon the one side, and a man and a halfling boy upon
the other! O, man, it's peetiful!"
</p>
<p>
Hoseason flushed red.
</p>
<p>
"No," continued Alan, "that'll no do. Ye'll just have to set me ashore as
we agreed."
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said Hoseason, "but my first officer is dead—ye ken best how.
There's none of the rest of us acquaint with this coast, sir; and it's one
very dangerous to ships."
</p>
<p>
"I give ye your choice," says Alan. "Set me on dry ground in Appin, or
Ardgour, or in Morven, or Arisaig, or Morar; or, in brief, where ye
please, within thirty miles of my own country; except in a country of the
Campbells. That's a broad target. If ye miss that, ye must be as feckless
at the sailoring as I have found ye at the fighting. Why, my poor country
people in their bit cobles* pass from island to island in all weathers,
ay, and by night too, for the matter of that."
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<p>
"A coble's not a ship, sir," said the captain. "It has nae draught of
water."
</p>
<p>
"Well, then, to Glasgow if ye list!" says Alan. "We'll have the laugh of
ye at the least."
</p>
<p>
"My mind runs little upon laughing," said the captain. "But all this will
cost money, sir."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," says Alan, "I am nae weathercock. Thirty guineas, if ye land
me on the sea-side; and sixty, if ye put me in the Linnhe Loch."
</p>
<p>
"But see, sir, where we lie, we are but a few hours' sail from
Ardnamurchan," said Hoseason. "Give me sixty, and I'll set ye there."
</p>
<p>
"And I'm to wear my brogues and run jeopardy of the red-coats to please
you?" cries Alan. "No, sir; if ye want sixty guineas earn them, and set me
in my own country."
</p>
<p>
"It's to risk the brig, sir," said the captain, "and your own lives along
with her."
</p>
<p>
"Take it or want it," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
"Could ye pilot us at all?" asked the captain, who was frowning to
himself.
</p>
<p>
"Well, it's doubtful," said Alan. "I'm more of a fighting man (as ye have
seen for yoursel') than a sailor-man. But I have been often enough picked
up and set down upon this coast, and should ken something of the lie of
it."
</p>
<p>
The captain shook his head, still frowning.
</p>
<p>
"If I had lost less money on this unchancy cruise," says he, "I would see
you in a rope's end before I risked my brig, sir. But be it as ye will. As
soon as I get a slant of wind (and there's some coming, or I'm the more
mistaken) I'll put it in hand. But there's one thing more. We may meet in
with a king's ship and she may lay us aboard, sir, with no blame of mine:
they keep the cruisers thick upon this coast, ye ken who for. Now, sir, if
that was to befall, ye might leave the money."
</p>
<p>
"Captain," says Alan, "if ye see a pennant, it shall be your part to run
away. And now, as I hear you're a little short of brandy in the fore-part,
I'll offer ye a change: a bottle of brandy against two buckets of water."
</p>
<p>
That was the last clause of the treaty, and was duly executed on both
sides; so that Alan and I could at last wash out the round-house and be
quit of the memorials of those whom we had slain, and the captain and Mr.
Riach could be happy again in their own way, the name of which was drink.
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<h2>
CHAPTER XII
</h2>
<h3>
I HEAR OF THE "RED FOX"
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<p>
efore we had done cleaning out the round-house, a breeze sprang up from a
little to the east of north. This blew off the rain and brought out the
sun.
</p>
<p>
And here I must explain; and the reader would do well to look at a map. On
the day when the fog fell and we ran down Alan's boat, we had been running
through the Little Minch. At dawn after the battle, we lay becalmed to the
east of the Isle of Canna or between that and Isle Eriska in the chain of
the Long Island. Now to get from there to the Linnhe Loch, the straight
course was through the narrows of the Sound of Mull. But the captain had
no chart; he was afraid to trust his brig so deep among the islands; and
the wind serving well, he preferred to go by west of Tiree and come up
under the southern coast of the great Isle of Mull.
</p>
<p>
All day the breeze held in the same point, and rather freshened than died
down; and towards afternoon, a swell began to set in from round the outer
Hebrides. Our course, to go round about the inner isles, was to the west
of south, so that at first we had this swell upon our beam, and were much
rolled about. But after nightfall, when we had turned the end of Tiree and
began to head more to the east, the sea came right astern.
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<p>
Meanwhile, the early part of the day, before the swell came up, was very
pleasant; sailing, as we were, in a bright sunshine and with many
mountainous islands upon different sides. Alan and I sat in the
round-house with the doors open on each side (the wind being straight
astern), and smoked a pipe or two of the captain's fine tobacco. It was at
this time we heard each other's stories, which was the more important to
me, as I gained some knowledge of that wild Highland country on which I
was so soon to land. In those days, so close on the back of the great
rebellion, it was needful a man should know what he was doing when he went
upon the heather.
</p>
<p>
It was I that showed the example, telling him all my misfortune; which he
heard with great good-nature. Only, when I came to mention that good
friend of mine, Mr. Campbell the minister, Alan fired up and cried out
that he hated all that were of that name.
</p>
<p>
"Why," said I, "he is a man you should be proud to give your hand to."
</p>
<p>
"I know nothing I would help a Campbell to," says he, "unless it was a
leaden bullet. I would hunt all of that name like blackcocks. If I lay
dying, I would crawl upon my knees to my chamber window for a shot at
one."
</p>
<p>
"Why, Alan," I cried, "what ails ye at the Campbells?"
</p>
<p>
"Well," says he, "ye ken very well that I am an Appin Stewart, and the
Campbells have long harried and wasted those of my name; ay, and got lands
of us by treachery—but never with the sword," he cried loudly, and
with the word brought down his fist upon the table. But I paid the less
attention to this, for I knew it was usually said by those who have the
underhand. "There's more than that," he continued, "and all in the same
story: lying words, lying papers, tricks fit for a peddler, and the show
of what's legal over all, to make a man the more angry."
</p>
<p>
"You that are so wasteful of your buttons," said I, "I can hardly think
you would be a good judge of business."
</p>
<p>
"Ah!" says he, falling again to smiling, "I got my wastefulness from the
same man I got the buttons from; and that was my poor father, Duncan
Stewart, grace be to him! He was the prettiest man of his kindred; and the
best swordsman in the Hielands, David, and that is the same as to say, in
all the world, I should ken, for it was him that taught me. He was in the
Black Watch, when first it was mustered; and, like other gentlemen
privates, had a gillie at his back to carry his firelock for him on the
march. Well, the King, it appears, was wishful to see Hieland
swordsmanship; and my father and three more were chosen out and sent to
London town, to let him see it at the best. So they were had into the
palace and showed the whole art of the sword for two hours at a stretch,
before King George and Queen Carline, and the Butcher Cumberland, and many
more of whom I havenae mind. And when they were through, the King (for all
he was a rank usurper) spoke them fair and gave each man three guineas in
his hand. Now, as they were going out of the palace, they had a porter's
lodge to go by; and it came in on my father, as he was perhaps the first
private Hieland gentleman that had ever gone by that door, it was right he
should give the poor porter a proper notion of their quality. So he gives
the King's three guineas into the man's hand, as if it was his common
custom; the three others that came behind him did the same; and there they
were on the street, never a penny the better for their pains. Some say it
was one, that was the first to fee the King's porter; and some say it was
another; but the truth of it is, that it was Duncan Stewart, as I am
willing to prove with either sword or pistol. And that was the father that
I had, God rest him!"
</p>
<p>
"I think he was not the man to leave you rich," said I.
</p>
<p>
"And that's true," said Alan. "He left me my breeks to cover me, and
little besides. And that was how I came to enlist, which was a black spot
upon my character at the best of times, and would still be a sore job for
me if I fell among the red-coats."
</p>
<p>
"What," cried I, "were you in the English army?"
</p>
<p>
"That was I," said Alan. "But I deserted to the right side at Preston Pans—and
that's some comfort."
</p>
<p>
I could scarcely share this view: holding desertion under arms for an
unpardonable fault in honour. But for all I was so young, I was wiser than
say my thought. "Dear, dear," says I, "the punishment is death."
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said he, "if they got hands on me, it would be a short shrift and a
lang tow for Alan! But I have the King of France's commission in my
pocket, which would aye be some protection."
</p>
<p>
"I misdoubt it much," said I.
</p>
<p>
"I have doubts mysel'," said Alan drily.
</p>
<p>
"And, good heaven, man," cried I, "you that are a condemned rebel, and a
deserter, and a man of the French King's—what tempts ye back into
this country? It's a braving of Providence."
</p>
<p>
"Tut!" says Alan, "I have been back every year since forty-six!"
</p>
<p>
"And what brings ye, man?" cried I.
</p>
<p>
"Well, ye see, I weary for my friends and country," said he. "France is a
braw place, nae doubt; but I weary for the heather and the deer. And then
I have bit things that I attend to. Whiles I pick up a few lads to serve
the King of France: recruits, ye see; and that's aye a little money. But
the heart of the matter is the business of my chief, Ardshiel."
</p>
<p>
"I thought they called your chief Appin," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, but Ardshiel is the captain of the clan," said he, which scarcely
cleared my mind. "Ye see, David, he that was all his life so great a man,
and come of the blood and bearing the name of kings, is now brought down
to live in a French town like a poor and private person. He that had four
hundred swords at his whistle, I have seen, with these eyes of mine,
buying butter in the market-place, and taking it home in a kale-leaf. This
is not only a pain but a disgrace to us of his family and clan. There are
the bairns forby, the children and the hope of Appin, that must be learned
their letters and how to hold a sword, in that far country. Now, the
tenants of Appin have to pay a rent to King George; but their hearts are
staunch, they are true to their chief; and what with love and a bit of
pressure, and maybe a threat or two, the poor folk scrape up a second rent
for Ardshiel. Well, David, I'm the hand that carries it." And he struck
the belt about his body, so that the guineas rang.
</p>
<p>
"Do they pay both?" cried I.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, David, both," says he.
</p>
<p>
"What! two rents?" I repeated.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, David," said he. "I told a different tale to yon captain man; but
this is the truth of it. And it's wonderful to me how little pressure is
needed. But that's the handiwork of my good kinsman and my father's
friend, James of the Glens: James Stewart, that is: Ardshiel's
half-brother. He it is that gets the money in, and does the management."
</p>
<p>
This was the first time I heard the name of that James Stewart, who was
afterwards so famous at the time of his hanging. But I took little heed at
the moment, for all my mind was occupied with the generosity of these poor
Highlanders.
</p>
<p>
"I call it noble," I cried. "I'm a Whig, or little better; but I call it
noble."
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said he, "ye're a Whig, but ye're a gentleman; and that's what does
it. Now, if ye were one of the cursed race of Campbell, ye would gnash
your teeth to hear tell of it. If ye were the Red Fox..." And at that
name, his teeth shut together, and he ceased speaking. I have seen many a
grim face, but never a grimmer than Alan's when he had named the Red Fox.
</p>
<p>
"And who is the Red Fox?" I asked, daunted, but still curious.
</p>
<p>
"Who is he?" cried Alan. "Well, and I'll tell you that. When the men of
the clans were broken at Culloden, and the good cause went down, and the
horses rode over the fetlocks in the best blood of the north, Ardshiel had
to flee like a poor deer upon the mountains—he and his lady and his
bairns. A sair job we had of it before we got him shipped; and while he
still lay in the heather, the English rogues, that couldnae come at his
life, were striking at his rights. They stripped him of his powers; they
stripped him of his lands; they plucked the weapons from the hands of his
clansmen, that had borne arms for thirty centuries; ay, and the very
clothes off their backs—so that it's now a sin to wear a tartan
plaid, and a man may be cast into a gaol if he has but a kilt about his
legs. One thing they couldnae kill. That was the love the clansmen bore
their chief. These guineas are the proof of it. And now, in there steps a
man, a Campbell, red-headed Colin of Glenure——"
</p>
<p>
"Is that him you call the Red Fox?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Will ye bring me his brush?" cries Alan, fiercely. "Ay, that's the man.
In he steps, and gets papers from King George, to be so-called King's
factor on the lands of Appin. And at first he sings small, and is
hail-fellow-well-met with Sheamus—that's James of the Glens, my
chieftain's agent. But by-and-by, that came to his ears that I have just
told you; how the poor commons of Appin, the farmers and the crofters and
the boumen, were wringing their very plaids to get a second rent, and send
it over-seas for Ardshiel and his poor bairns. What was it ye called it,
when I told ye?"
</p>
<p>
"I called it noble, Alan," said I.
</p>
<p>
"And you little better than a common Whig!" cries Alan. "But when it came
to Colin Roy, the black Campbell blood in him ran wild. He sat gnashing
his teeth at the wine table. What! should a Stewart get a bite of bread,
and him not be able to prevent it? Ah! Red Fox, if ever I hold you at a
gun's end, the Lord have pity upon ye!" (Alan stopped to swallow down his
anger.) "Well, David, what does he do? He declares all the farms to let.
And, thinks he, in his black heart, 'I'll soon get other tenants that'll
overbid these Stewarts, and Maccolls, and Macrobs' (for these are all
names in my clan, David); 'and then,' thinks he, 'Ardshiel will have to
hold his bonnet on a French roadside.'"
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "what followed?"
</p>
<p>
Alan laid down his pipe, which he had long since suffered to go out, and
set his two hands upon his knees.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, "ye'll never guess that! For these same Stewarts, and
Maccolls, and Macrobs (that had two rents to pay, one to King George by
stark force, and one to Ardshiel by natural kindness) offered him a better
price than any Campbell in all broad Scotland; and far he sent seeking
them—as far as to the sides of Clyde and the cross of Edinburgh—seeking,
and fleeching, and begging them to come, where there was a Stewart to be
starved and a red-headed hound of a Campbell to be pleasured!"
</p>
<p>
"Well, Alan," said I, "that is a strange story, and a fine one, too. And
Whig as I may be, I am glad the man was beaten."
</p>
<p>
"Him beaten?" echoed Alan. "It's little ye ken of Campbells, and less of
the Red Fox. Him beaten? No: nor will be, till his blood's on the
hillside! But if the day comes, David man, that I can find time and
leisure for a bit of hunting, there grows not enough heather in all
Scotland to hide him from my vengeance!"
</p>
<p>
"Man Alan," said I, "ye are neither very wise nor very Christian to blow
off so many words of anger. They will do the man ye call the Fox no harm,
and yourself no good. Tell me your tale plainly out. What did he next?"
</p>
<p>
"And that's a good observe, David," said Alan. "Troth and indeed, they
will do him no harm; the more's the pity! And barring that about
Christianity (of which my opinion is quite otherwise, or I would be nae
Christian), I am much of your mind."
</p>
<p>
"Opinion here or opinion there," said I, "it's a kent thing that
Christianity forbids revenge."
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said he, "it's well seen it was a Campbell taught ye! It would be a
convenient world for them and their sort, if there was no such a thing as
a lad and a gun behind a heather bush! But that's nothing to the point.
This is what he did."
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said I, "come to that."
</p>
<p>
"Well, David," said he, "since he couldnae be rid of the loyal commons by
fair means, he swore he would be rid of them by foul. Ardshiel was to
starve: that was the thing he aimed at. And since them that fed him in his
exile wouldnae be bought out—right or wrong, he would drive them
out. Therefore he sent for lawyers, and papers, and red-coats to stand at
his back. And the kindly folk of that country must all pack and tramp,
every father's son out of his father's house, and out of the place where
he was bred and fed, and played when he was a callant. And who are to
succeed them? Bare-leggit beggars! King George is to whistle for his
rents; he maun dow with less; he can spread his butter thinner: what cares
Red Colin? If he can hurt Ardshiel, he has his wish; if he can pluck the
meat from my chieftain's table, and the bit toys out of his children's
hands, he will gang hame singing to Glenure!"
</p>
<p>
"Let me have a word," said I. "Be sure, if they take less rents, be sure
Government has a finger in the pie. It's not this Campbell's fault, man—it's
his orders. And if ye killed this Colin to-morrow, what better would ye
be? There would be another factor in his shoes, as fast as spur can
drive."
</p>
<p>
"Ye're a good lad in a fight," said Alan; "but, man! ye have Whig blood in
ye!"
</p>
<p>
He spoke kindly enough, but there was so much anger under his contempt
that I thought it was wise to change the conversation. I expressed my
wonder how, with the Highlands covered with troops, and guarded like a
city in a siege, a man in his situation could come and go without arrest.
</p>
<p>
"It's easier than ye would think," said Alan. "A bare hillside (ye see) is
like all one road; if there's a sentry at one place, ye just go by
another. And then the heather's a great help. And everywhere there are
friends' houses and friends' byres and haystacks. And besides, when folk
talk of a country covered with troops, it's but a kind of a byword at the
best. A soldier covers nae mair of it than his boot-soles. I have fished a
water with a sentry on the other side of the brae, and killed a fine
trout; and I have sat in a heather bush within six feet of another, and
learned a real bonny tune from his whistling. This was it," said he, and
whistled me the air.
</p>
<p>
"And then, besides," he continued, "it's no sae bad now as it was in
forty-six. The Hielands are what they call pacified. Small wonder, with
never a gun or a sword left from Cantyre to Cape Wrath, but what tenty*
folk have hidden in their thatch! But what I would like to ken, David, is
just how long? Not long, ye would think, with men like Ardshiel in exile
and men like the Red Fox sitting birling the wine and oppressing the poor
at home. But it's a kittle thing to decide what folk'll bear, and what
they will not. Or why would Red Colin be riding his horse all over my poor
country of Appin, and never a pretty lad to put a bullet in him?"
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<p>
And with this Alan fell into a muse, and for a long time sate very sad and
silent.
</p>
<p>
I will add the rest of what I have to say about my friend, that he was
skilled in all kinds of music, but principally pipe-music; was a
well-considered poet in his own tongue; had read several books both in
French and English; was a dead shot, a good angler, and an excellent
fencer with the small sword as well as with his own particular weapon. For
his faults, they were on his face, and I now knew them all. But the worst
of them, his childish propensity to take offence and to pick quarrels, he
greatly laid aside in my case, out of regard for the battle of the
round-house. But whether it was because I had done well myself, or because
I had been a witness of his own much greater prowess, is more than I can
tell. For though he had a great taste for courage in other men, yet he
admired it most in Alan Breck.
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CHAPTER XIII
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THE LOSS OF THE BRIG
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t was already late at night, and as dark as it ever would be at that
season of the year (and that is to say, it was still pretty bright), when
Hoseason clapped his head into the round-house door.
</p>
<p>
"Here," said he, "come out and see if ye can pilot."
</p>
<p>
"Is this one of your tricks?" asked Alan.
</p>
<p>
"Do I look like tricks?" cries the captain. "I have other things to think
of—my brig's in danger!"
</p>
<p>
By the concerned look of his face, and, above all, by the sharp tones in
which he spoke of his brig, it was plain to both of us he was in deadly
earnest; and so Alan and I, with no great fear of treachery, stepped on
deck.
</p>
<p>
The sky was clear; it blew hard, and was bitter cold; a great deal of
daylight lingered; and the moon, which was nearly full, shone brightly.
The brig was close hauled, so as to round the southwest corner of the
Island of Mull, the hills of which (and Ben More above them all, with a
wisp of mist upon the top of it) lay full upon the lar-board bow. Though
it was no good point of sailing for the Covenant, she tore through the
seas at a great rate, pitching and straining, and pursued by the westerly
swell.
</p>
<p>
Altogether it was no such ill night to keep the seas in; and I had begun
to wonder what it was that sat so heavily upon the captain, when the brig
rising suddenly on the top of a high swell, he pointed and cried to us to
look. Away on the lee bow, a thing like a fountain rose out of the moonlit
sea, and immediately after we heard a low sound of roaring.
</p>
<p>
"What do ye call that?" asked the captain, gloomily.
</p>
<p>
"The sea breaking on a reef," said Alan. "And now ye ken where it is; and
what better would ye have?"
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said Hoseason, "if it was the only one."
</p>
<p>
And sure enough, just as he spoke there came a second fountain farther to
the south.
</p>
<p>
"There!" said Hoseason. "Ye see for yourself. If I had kent of these
reefs, if I had had a chart, or if Shuan had been spared, it's not sixty
guineas, no, nor six hundred, would have made me risk my brig in sic a
stoneyard! But you, sir, that was to pilot us, have ye never a word?"
</p>
<p>
"I'm thinking," said Alan, "these'll be what they call the Torran Rocks."
</p>
<p>
"Are there many of them?" says the captain.
</p>
<p>
"Truly, sir, I am nae pilot," said Alan; "but it sticks in my mind there
are ten miles of them."
</p>
<p>
Mr. Riach and the captain looked at each other.
</p>
<p>
"There's a way through them, I suppose?" said the captain.
</p>
<p>
"Doubtless," said Alan, "but where? But it somehow runs in my mind once
more that it is clearer under the land."
</p>
<p>
"So?" said Hoseason. "We'll have to haul our wind then, Mr. Riach; we'll
have to come as near in about the end of Mull as we can take her, sir; and
even then we'll have the land to kep the wind off us, and that stoneyard
on our lee. Well, we're in for it now, and may as well crack on."
</p>
<p>
With that he gave an order to the steersman, and sent Riach to the
foretop. There were only five men on deck, counting the officers; these
being all that were fit (or, at least, both fit and willing) for their
work. So, as I say, it fell to Mr. Riach to go aloft, and he sat there
looking out and hailing the deck with news of all he saw.
</p>
<p>
"The sea to the south is thick," he cried; and then, after a while, "it
does seem clearer in by the land."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said Hoseason to Alan, "we'll try your way of it. But I think
I might as well trust to a blind fiddler. Pray God you're right."
</p>
<p>
"Pray God I am!" says Alan to me. "But where did I hear it? Well, well, it
will be as it must."
</p>
<p>
As we got nearer to the turn of the land the reefs began to be sown here
and there on our very path; and Mr. Riach sometimes cried down to us to
change the course. Sometimes, indeed, none too soon; for one reef was so
close on the brig's weather board that when a sea burst upon it the
lighter sprays fell upon her deck and wetted us like rain.
</p>
<p>
The brightness of the night showed us these perils as clearly as by day,
which was, perhaps, the more alarming. It showed me, too, the face of the
captain as he stood by the steersman, now on one foot, now on the other,
and sometimes blowing in his hands, but still listening and looking and as
steady as steel. Neither he nor Mr. Riach had shown well in the fighting;
but I saw they were brave in their own trade, and admired them all the
more because I found Alan very white.
</p>
<p>
"Ochone, David," says he, "this is no the kind of death I fancy!"
</p>
<p>
"What, Alan!" I cried, "you're not afraid?"
</p>
<p>
"No," said he, wetting his lips, "but you'll allow, yourself, it's a cold
ending."
</p>
<p>
By this time, now and then sheering to one side or the other to avoid a
reef, but still hugging the wind and the land, we had got round Iona and
begun to come alongside Mull. The tide at the tail of the land ran very
strong, and threw the brig about. Two hands were put to the helm, and
Hoseason himself would sometimes lend a help; and it was strange to see
three strong men throw their weight upon the tiller, and it (like a living
thing) struggle against and drive them back. This would have been the
greater danger had not the sea been for some while free of obstacles. Mr.
Riach, besides, announced from the top that he saw clear water ahead.
</p>
<p>
"Ye were right," said Hoseason to Alan. "Ye have saved the brig, sir. I'll
mind that when we come to clear accounts." And I believe he not only meant
what he said, but would have done it; so high a place did the Covenant
hold in his affections.
</p>
<p>
But this is matter only for conjecture, things having gone otherwise than
he forecast.
</p>
<p>
"Keep her away a point," sings out Mr. Riach. "Reef to windward!"
</p>
<p>
And just at the same time the tide caught the brig, and threw the wind out
of her sails. She came round into the wind like a top, and the next moment
struck the reef with such a dunch as threw us all flat upon the deck, and
came near to shake Mr. Riach from his place upon the mast.
</p>
<p>
I was on my feet in a minute. The reef on which we had struck was close in
under the southwest end of Mull, off a little isle they call Earraid,
which lay low and black upon the larboard. Sometimes the swell broke clean
over us; sometimes it only ground the poor brig upon the reef, so that we
could hear her beat herself to pieces; and what with the great noise of
the sails, and the singing of the wind, and the flying of the spray in the
moonlight, and the sense of danger, I think my head must have been partly
turned, for I could scarcely understand the things I saw.
</p>
<p>
Presently I observed Mr. Riach and the seamen busy round the skiff, and,
still in the same blank, ran over to assist them; and as soon as I set my
hand to work, my mind came clear again. It was no very easy task, for the
skiff lay amidships and was full of hamper, and the breaking of the
heavier seas continually forced us to give over and hold on; but we all
wrought like horses while we could.
</p>
<p>
Meanwhile such of the wounded as could move came clambering out of the
fore-scuttle and began to help; while the rest that lay helpless in their
bunks harrowed me with screaming and begging to be saved.
</p>
<p>
The captain took no part. It seemed he was struck stupid. He stood holding
by the shrouds, talking to himself and groaning out aloud whenever the
ship hammered on the rock. His brig was like wife and child to him; he had
looked on, day by day, at the mishandling of poor Ransome; but when it
came to the brig, he seemed to suffer along with her.
</p>
<p>
All the time of our working at the boat, I remember only one other thing:
that I asked Alan, looking across at the shore, what country it was; and
he answered, it was the worst possible for him, for it was a land of the
Campbells.
</p>
<p>
We had one of the wounded men told off to keep a watch upon the seas and
cry us warning. Well, we had the boat about ready to be launched, when
this man sang out pretty shrill: "For God's sake, hold on!" We knew by his
tone that it was something more than ordinary; and sure enough, there
followed a sea so huge that it lifted the brig right up and canted her
over on her beam. Whether the cry came too late, or my hold was too weak,
I know not; but at the sudden tilting of the ship I was cast clean over
the bulwarks into the sea.
</p>
<p>
I went down, and drank my fill, and then came up, and got a blink of the
moon, and then down again. They say a man sinks a third time for good. I
cannot be made like other folk, then; for I would not like to write how
often I went down, or how often I came up again. All the while, I was
being hurled along, and beaten upon and choked, and then swallowed whole;
and the thing was so distracting to my wits, that I was neither sorry nor
afraid.
</p>
<p>
Presently, I found I was holding to a spar, which helped me somewhat. And
then all of a sudden I was in quiet water, and began to come to myself.
</p>
<p>
It was the spare yard I had got hold of, and I was amazed to see how far I
had travelled from the brig. I hailed her, indeed; but it was plain she
was already out of cry. She was still holding together; but whether or not
they had yet launched the boat, I was too far off and too low down to see.
</p>
<p>
While I was hailing the brig, I spied a tract of water lying between us
where no great waves came, but which yet boiled white all over and
bristled in the moon with rings and bubbles. Sometimes the whole tract
swung to one side, like the tail of a live serpent; sometimes, for a
glimpse, it would all disappear and then boil up again. What it was I had
no guess, which for the time increased my fear of it; but I now know it
must have been the roost or tide race, which had carried me away so fast
and tumbled me about so cruelly, and at last, as if tired of that play,
had flung out me and the spare yard upon its landward margin.
</p>
<p>
I now lay quite becalmed, and began to feel that a man can die of cold as
well as of drowning. The shores of Earraid were close in; I could see in
the moonlight the dots of heather and the sparkling of the mica in the
rocks.
</p>
<p>
"Well," thought I to myself, "if I cannot get as far as that, it's
strange!"
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I had no skill of swimming, Essen Water being small in our neighbourhood;
but when I laid hold upon the yard with both arms, and kicked out with
both feet, I soon begun to find that I was moving. Hard work it was, and
mortally slow; but in about an hour of kicking and splashing, I had got
well in between the points of a sandy bay surrounded by low hills.
</p>
<p>
The sea was here quite quiet; there was no sound of any surf; the moon
shone clear; and I thought in my heart I had never seen a place so desert
and desolate. But it was dry land; and when at last it grew so shallow
that I could leave the yard and wade ashore upon my feet, I cannot tell if
I was more tired or more grateful. Both, at least, I was: tired as I never
was before that night; and grateful to God as I trust I have been often,
though never with more cause.
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<h2>
CHAPTER XIV
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<h3>
THE ISLET
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ith my stepping ashore I began the most unhappy part of my adventures. It
was half-past twelve in the morning, and though the wind was broken by the
land, it was a cold night. I dared not sit down (for I thought I should
have frozen), but took off my shoes and walked to and fro upon the sand,
bare-foot, and beating my breast with infinite weariness. There was no
sound of man or cattle; not a cock crew, though it was about the hour of
their first waking; only the surf broke outside in the distance, which put
me in mind of my perils and those of my friend. To walk by the sea at that
hour of the morning, and in a place so desert-like and lonesome, struck me
with a kind of fear.
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<p>
As soon as the day began to break I put on my shoes and climbed a hill—the
ruggedest scramble I ever undertook—falling, the whole way, between
big blocks of granite, or leaping from one to another. When I got to the
top the dawn was come. There was no sign of the brig, which must have
lifted from the reef and sunk. The boat, too, was nowhere to be seen.
There was never a sail upon the ocean; and in what I could see of the land
was neither house nor man.
</p>
<p>
I was afraid to think what had befallen my shipmates, and afraid to look
longer at so empty a scene. What with my wet clothes and weariness, and my
belly that now began to ache with hunger, I had enough to trouble me
without that. So I set off eastward along the south coast, hoping to find
a house where I might warm myself, and perhaps get news of those I had
lost. And at the worst, I considered the sun would soon rise and dry my
clothes.
</p>
<p>
After a little, my way was stopped by a creek or inlet of the sea, which
seemed to run pretty deep into the land; and as I had no means to get
across, I must needs change my direction to go about the end of it. It was
still the roughest kind of walking; indeed the whole, not only of Earraid,
but of the neighbouring part of Mull (which they call the Ross) is nothing
but a jumble of granite rocks with heather in among. At first the creek
kept narrowing as I had looked to see; but presently to my surprise it
began to widen out again. At this I scratched my head, but had still no
notion of the truth: until at last I came to a rising ground, and it burst
upon me all in a moment that I was cast upon a little barren isle, and cut
off on every side by the salt seas.
</p>
<p>
Instead of the sun rising to dry me, it came on to rain, with a thick
mist; so that my case was lamentable.
</p>
<p>
I stood in the rain, and shivered, and wondered what to do, till it
occurred to me that perhaps the creek was fordable. Back I went to the
narrowest point and waded in. But not three yards from shore, I plumped in
head over ears; and if ever I was heard of more, it was rather by God's
grace than my own prudence. I was no wetter (for that could hardly be),
but I was all the colder for this mishap; and having lost another hope was
the more unhappy.
</p>
<p>
And now, all at once, the yard came in my head. What had carried me
through the roost would surely serve me to cross this little quiet creek
in safety. With that I set off, undaunted, across the top of the isle, to
fetch and carry it back. It was a weary tramp in all ways, and if hope had
not buoyed me up, I must have cast myself down and given up. Whether with
the sea salt, or because I was growing fevered, I was distressed with
thirst, and had to stop, as I went, and drink the peaty water out of the
hags.
</p>
<p>
I came to the bay at last, more dead than alive; and at the first glance,
I thought the yard was something farther out than when I left it. In I
went, for the third time, into the sea. The sand was smooth and firm, and
shelved gradually down, so that I could wade out till the water was almost
to my neck and the little waves splashed into my face. But at that depth
my feet began to leave me, and I durst venture in no farther. As for the
yard, I saw it bobbing very quietly some twenty feet beyond.
</p>
<p>
I had borne up well until this last disappointment; but at that I came
ashore, and flung myself down upon the sands and wept.
</p>
<p>
The time I spent upon the island is still so horrible a thought to me,
that I must pass it lightly over. In all the books I have read of people
cast away, they had either their pockets full of tools, or a chest of
things would be thrown upon the beach along with them, as if on purpose.
My case was very different. I had nothing in my pockets but money and
Alan's silver button; and being inland bred, I was as much short of
knowledge as of means.
</p>
<p>
I knew indeed that shell-fish were counted good to eat; and among the
rocks of the isle I found a great plenty of limpets, which at first I
could scarcely strike from their places, not knowing quickness to be
needful. There were, besides, some of the little shells that we call
buckies; I think periwinkle is the English name. Of these two I made my
whole diet, devouring them cold and raw as I found them; and so hungry was
I, that at first they seemed to me delicious.
</p>
<p>
Perhaps they were out of season, or perhaps there was something wrong in
the sea about my island. But at least I had no sooner eaten my first meal
than I was seized with giddiness and retching, and lay for a long time no
better than dead. A second trial of the same food (indeed I had no other)
did better with me, and revived my strength. But as long as I was on the
island, I never knew what to expect when I had eaten; sometimes all was
well, and sometimes I was thrown into a miserable sickness; nor could I
ever distinguish what particular fish it was that hurt me.
</p>
<p>
All day it streamed rain; the island ran like a sop, there was no dry spot
to be found; and when I lay down that night, between two boulders that
made a kind of roof, my feet were in a bog.
</p>
<p>
The second day I crossed the island to all sides. There was no one part of
it better than another; it was all desolate and rocky; nothing living on
it but game birds which I lacked the means to kill, and the gulls which
haunted the outlying rocks in a prodigious number. But the creek, or
strait, that cut off the isle from the main-land of the Ross, opened out
on the north into a bay, and the bay again opened into the Sound of Iona;
and it was the neighbourhood of this place that I chose to be my home;
though if I had thought upon the very name of home in such a spot, I must
have burst out weeping.
</p>
<p>
I had good reasons for my choice. There was in this part of the isle a
little hut of a house like a pig's hut, where fishers used to sleep when
they came there upon their business; but the turf roof of it had fallen
entirely in; so that the hut was of no use to me, and gave me less shelter
than my rocks. What was more important, the shell-fish on which I lived
grew there in great plenty; when the tide was out I could gather a peck at
a time: and this was doubtless a convenience. But the other reason went
deeper. I had become in no way used to the horrid solitude of the isle,
but still looked round me on all sides (like a man that was hunted),
between fear and hope that I might see some human creature coming. Now,
from a little up the hillside over the bay, I could catch a sight of the
great, ancient church and the roofs of the people's houses in Iona. And on
the other hand, over the low country of the Ross, I saw smoke go up,
morning and evening, as if from a homestead in a hollow of the land.
</p>
<p>
I used to watch this smoke, when I was wet and cold, and had my head half
turned with loneliness; and think of the fireside and the company, till my
heart burned. It was the same with the roofs of Iona. Altogether, this
sight I had of men's homes and comfortable lives, although it put a point
on my own sufferings, yet it kept hope alive, and helped me to eat my raw
shell-fish (which had soon grown to be a disgust), and saved me from the
sense of horror I had whenever I was quite alone with dead rocks, and
fowls, and the rain, and the cold sea.
</p>
<p>
I say it kept hope alive; and indeed it seemed impossible that I should be
left to die on the shores of my own country, and within view of a
church-tower and the smoke of men's houses. But the second day passed; and
though as long as the light lasted I kept a bright look-out for boats on
the Sound or men passing on the Ross, no help came near me. It still
rained, and I turned in to sleep, as wet as ever, and with a cruel sore
throat, but a little comforted, perhaps, by having said good-night to my
next neighbours, the people of Iona.
</p>
<p>
Charles the Second declared a man could stay outdoors more days in the
year in the climate of England than in any other. This was very like a
king, with a palace at his back and changes of dry clothes. But he must
have had better luck on his flight from Worcester than I had on that
miserable isle. It was the height of the summer; yet it rained for more
than twenty-four hours, and did not clear until the afternoon of the third
day.
</p>
<p>
This was the day of incidents. In the morning I saw a red deer, a buck
with a fine spread of antlers, standing in the rain on the top of the
island; but he had scarce seen me rise from under my rock, before he
trotted off upon the other side. I supposed he must have swum the strait;
though what should bring any creature to Earraid, was more than I could
fancy.
</p>
<p>
A little after, as I was jumping about after my limpets, I was startled by
a guinea-piece, which fell upon a rock in front of me and glanced off into
the sea. When the sailors gave me my money again, they kept back not only
about a third of the whole sum, but my father's leather purse; so that
from that day out, I carried my gold loose in a pocket with a button. I
now saw there must be a hole, and clapped my hand to the place in a great
hurry. But this was to lock the stable door after the steed was stolen. I
had left the shore at Queensferry with near on fifty pounds; now I found
no more than two guinea-pieces and a silver shilling.
</p>
<p>
It is true I picked up a third guinea a little after, where it lay shining
on a piece of turf. That made a fortune of three pounds and four
shillings, English money, for a lad, the rightful heir of an estate, and
now starving on an isle at the extreme end of the wild Highlands.
</p>
<p>
This state of my affairs dashed me still further; and, indeed my plight on
that third morning was truly pitiful. My clothes were beginning to rot; my
stockings in particular were quite worn through, so that my shanks went
naked; my hands had grown quite soft with the continual soaking; my throat
was very sore, my strength had much abated, and my heart so turned against
the horrid stuff I was condemned to eat, that the very sight of it came
near to sicken me.
</p>
<p>
And yet the worst was not yet come.
</p>
<p>
There is a pretty high rock on the northwest of Earraid, which (because it
had a flat top and overlooked the Sound) I was much in the habit of
frequenting; not that ever I stayed in one place, save when asleep, my
misery giving me no rest. Indeed, I wore myself down with continual and
aimless goings and comings in the rain.
</p>
<p>
As soon, however, as the sun came out, I lay down on the top of that rock
to dry myself. The comfort of the sunshine is a thing I cannot tell. It
set me thinking hopefully of my deliverance, of which I had begun to
despair; and I scanned the sea and the Ross with a fresh interest. On the
south of my rock, a part of the island jutted out and hid the open ocean,
so that a boat could thus come quite near me upon that side, and I be none
the wiser.
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Well, all of a sudden, a coble with a brown sail and a pair of fishers
aboard of it, came flying round that corner of the isle, bound for Iona. I
shouted out, and then fell on my knees on the rock and reached up my hands
and prayed to them. They were near enough to hear—I could even see
the colour of their hair; and there was no doubt but they observed me, for
they cried out in the Gaelic tongue, and laughed. But the boat never
turned aside, and flew on, right before my eyes, for Iona.
</p>
<p>
I could not believe such wickedness, and ran along the shore from rock to
rock, crying on them piteously even after they were out of reach of my
voice, I still cried and waved to them; and when they were quite gone, I
thought my heart would have burst. All the time of my troubles I wept only
twice. Once, when I could not reach the yard, and now, the second time,
when these fishers turned a deaf ear to my cries. But this time I wept and
roared like a wicked child, tearing up the turf with my nails, and
grinding my face in the earth. If a wish would kill men, those two fishers
would never have seen morning, and I should likely have died upon my
island.
</p>
<p>
When I was a little over my anger, I must eat again, but with such
loathing of the mess as I could now scarce control. Sure enough, I should
have done as well to fast, for my fishes poisoned me again. I had all my
first pains; my throat was so sore I could scarce swallow; I had a fit of
strong shuddering, which clucked my teeth together; and there came on me
that dreadful sense of illness, which we have no name for either in Scotch
or English. I thought I should have died, and made my peace with God,
forgiving all men, even my uncle and the fishers; and as soon as I had
thus made up my mind to the worst, clearness came upon me; I observed the
night was falling dry; my clothes were dried a good deal; truly, I was in
a better case than ever before, since I had landed on the isle; and so I
got to sleep at last, with a thought of gratitude.
</p>
<p>
The next day (which was the fourth of this horrible life of mine) I found
my bodily strength run very low. But the sun shone, the air was sweet, and
what I managed to eat of the shell-fish agreed well with me and revived my
courage.
</p>
<p>
I was scarce back on my rock (where I went always the first thing after I
had eaten) before I observed a boat coming down the Sound, and with her
head, as I thought, in my direction.
</p>
<p>
I began at once to hope and fear exceedingly; for I thought these men
might have thought better of their cruelty and be coming back to my
assistance. But another disappointment, such as yesterday's, was more than
I could bear. I turned my back, accordingly, upon the sea, and did not
look again till I had counted many hundreds. The boat was still heading
for the island. The next time I counted the full thousand, as slowly as I
could, my heart beating so as to hurt me. And then it was out of all
question. She was coming straight to Earraid!
</p>
<p>
I could no longer hold myself back, but ran to the seaside and out, from
one rock to another, as far as I could go. It is a marvel I was not
drowned; for when I was brought to a stand at last, my legs shook under
me, and my mouth was so dry, I must wet it with the sea-water before I was
able to shout.
</p>
<p>
All this time the boat was coming on; and now I was able to perceive it
was the same boat and the same two men as yesterday. This I knew by their
hair, which the one had of a bright yellow and the other black. But now
there was a third man along with them, who looked to be of a better class.
</p>
<p>
As soon as they were come within easy speech, they let down their sail and
lay quiet. In spite of my supplications, they drew no nearer in, and what
frightened me most of all, the new man tee-hee'd with laughter as he
talked and looked at me.
</p>
<p>
Then he stood up in the boat and addressed me a long while, speaking fast
and with many wavings of his hand. I told him I had no Gaelic; and at this
he became very angry, and I began to suspect he thought he was talking
English. Listening very close, I caught the word "whateffer" several
times; but all the rest was Gaelic and might have been Greek and Hebrew
for me.
</p>
<p>
"Whatever," said I, to show him I had caught a word.
</p>
<p>
"Yes, yes—yes, yes," says he, and then he looked at the other men,
as much as to say, "I told you I spoke English," and began again as hard
as ever in the Gaelic.
</p>
<p>
This time I picked out another word, "tide." Then I had a flash of hope. I
remembered he was always waving his hand towards the mainland of the Ross.
</p>
<p>
"Do you mean when the tide is out—?" I cried, and could not finish.
</p>
<p>
"Yes, yes," said he. "Tide."
</p>
<p>
At that I turned tail upon their boat (where my adviser had once more
begun to tee-hee with laughter), leaped back the way I had come, from one
stone to another, and set off running across the isle as I had never run
before. In about half an hour I came out upon the shores of the creek;
and, sure enough, it was shrunk into a little trickle of water, through
which I dashed, not above my knees, and landed with a shout on the main
island.
</p>
<p>
A sea-bred boy would not have stayed a day on Earraid; which is only what
they call a tidal islet, and except in the bottom of the neaps, can be
entered and left twice in every twenty-four hours, either dry-shod, or at
the most by wading. Even I, who had the tide going out and in before me in
the bay, and even watched for the ebbs, the better to get my shellfish—even
I (I say) if I had sat down to think, instead of raging at my fate, must
have soon guessed the secret, and got free. It was no wonder the fishers
had not understood me. The wonder was rather that they had ever guessed my
pitiful illusion, and taken the trouble to come back. I had starved with
cold and hunger on that island for close upon one hundred hours. But for
the fishers, I might have left my bones there, in pure folly. And even as
it was, I had paid for it pretty dear, not only in past sufferings, but in
my present case; being clothed like a beggar-man, scarce able to walk, and
in great pain of my sore throat.
</p>
<p>
I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of both; and I believe they
both get paid in the end; but the fools first.
</p>
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<h2>
CHAPTER XV
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<h3>
THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: THROUGH THE ISLE OF MULL
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<p>
he Ross of Mull, which I had now got upon, was rugged and trackless, like
the isle I had just left; being all bog, and brier, and big stone. There
may be roads for them that know that country well; but for my part I had
no better guide than my own nose, and no other landmark than Ben More.
</p>
<p>
I aimed as well as I could for the smoke I had seen so often from the
island; and with all my great weariness and the difficulty of the way came
upon the house in the bottom of a little hollow about five or six at
night. It was low and longish, roofed with turf and built of unmortared
stones; and on a mound in front of it, an old gentleman sat smoking his
pipe in the sun.
</p>
<p>
With what little English he had, he gave me to understand that my
shipmates had got safe ashore, and had broken bread in that very house on
the day after.
</p>
<p>
"Was there one," I asked, "dressed like a gentleman?"
</p>
<p>
He said they all wore rough great-coats; but to be sure, the first of
them, the one that came alone, wore breeches and stockings, while the rest
had sailors' trousers.
</p>
<p>
"Ah," said I, "and he would have a feathered hat?"
</p>
<p>
He told me, no, that he was bareheaded like myself.
</p>
<p>
At first I thought Alan might have lost his hat; and then the rain came in
my mind, and I judged it more likely he had it out of harm's way under his
great-coat. This set me smiling, partly because my friend was safe, partly
to think of his vanity in dress.
</p>
<p>
And then the old gentleman clapped his hand to his brow, and cried out
that I must be the lad with the silver button.
</p>
<p>
"Why, yes!" said I, in some wonder.
</p>
<p>
"Well, then," said the old gentleman, "I have a word for you, that you are
to follow your friend to his country, by Torosay."
</p>
<p>
He then asked me how I had fared, and I told him my tale. A south-country
man would certainly have laughed; but this old gentleman (I call him so
because of his manners, for his clothes were dropping off his back) heard
me all through with nothing but gravity and pity. When I had done, he took
me by the hand, led me into his hut (it was no better) and presented me
before his wife, as if she had been the Queen and I a duke.
</p>
<p>
The good woman set oat-bread before me and a cold grouse, patting my
shoulder and smiling to me all the time, for she had no English; and the
old gentleman (not to be behind) brewed me a strong punch out of their
country spirit. All the while I was eating, and after that when I was
drinking the punch, I could scarce come to believe in my good fortune; and
the house, though it was thick with the peat-smoke and as full of holes as
a colander, seemed like a palace.
</p>
<p>
The punch threw me in a strong sweat and a deep slumber; the good people
let me lie; and it was near noon of the next day before I took the road,
my throat already easier and my spirits quite restored by good fare and
good news. The old gentleman, although I pressed him hard, would take no
money, and gave me an old bonnet for my head; though I am free to own I
was no sooner out of view of the house than I very jealously washed this
gift of his in a wayside fountain.
</p>
<p>
Thought I to myself: "If these are the wild Highlanders, I could wish my
own folk wilder."
</p>
<p>
I not only started late, but I must have wandered nearly half the time.
True, I met plenty of people, grubbing in little miserable fields that
would not keep a cat, or herding little kine about the bigness of asses.
The Highland dress being forbidden by law since the rebellion, and the
people condemned to the Lowland habit, which they much disliked, it was
strange to see the variety of their array. Some went bare, only for a
hanging cloak or great-coat, and carried their trousers on their backs
like a useless burthen: some had made an imitation of the tartan with
little parti-coloured stripes patched together like an old wife's quilt;
others, again, still wore the Highland philabeg, but by putting a few
stitches between the legs transformed it into a pair of trousers like a
Dutchman's. All those makeshifts were condemned and punished, for the law
was harshly applied, in hopes to break up the clan spirit; but in that
out-of-the-way, sea-bound isle, there were few to make remarks and fewer
to tell tales.
</p>
<p>
They seemed in great poverty; which was no doubt natural, now that rapine
was put down, and the chiefs kept no longer an open house; and the roads
(even such a wandering, country by-track as the one I followed) were
infested with beggars. And here again I marked a difference from my own
part of the country. For our Lowland beggars—even the gownsmen
themselves, who beg by patent—had a louting, flattering way with
them, and if you gave them a plaek and asked change, would very civilly
return you a boddle. But these Highland beggars stood on their dignity,
asked alms only to buy snuff (by their account) and would give no change.
</p>
<p>
To be sure, this was no concern of mine, except in so far as it
entertained me by the way. What was much more to the purpose, few had any
English, and these few (unless they were of the brotherhood of beggars)
not very anxious to place it at my service. I knew Torosay to be my
destination, and repeated the name to them and pointed; but instead of
simply pointing in reply, they would give me a screed of the Gaelic that
set me foolish; so it was small wonder if I went out of my road as often
as I stayed in it.
</p>
<p>
At last, about eight at night, and already very weary, I came to a lone
house, where I asked admittance, and was refused, until I bethought me of
the power of money in so poor a country, and held up one of my guineas in
my finger and thumb. Thereupon, the man of the house, who had hitherto
pretended to have no English, and driven me from his door by signals,
suddenly began to speak as clearly as was needful, and agreed for five
shillings to give me a night's lodging and guide me the next day to
Torosay.
</p>
<p>
I slept uneasily that night, fearing I should be robbed; but I might have
spared myself the pain; for my host was no robber, only miserably poor and
a great cheat. He was not alone in his poverty; for the next morning, we
must go five miles about to the house of what he called a rich man to have
one of my guineas changed. This was perhaps a rich man for Mull; he would
have scarce been thought so in the south; for it took all he had—the
whole house was turned upside down, and a neighbour brought under
contribution, before he could scrape together twenty shillings in silver.
The odd shilling he kept for himself, protesting he could ill afford to
have so great a sum of money lying "locked up." For all that he was very
courteous and well spoken, made us both sit down with his family to
dinner, and brewed punch in a fine china bowl, over which my rascal guide
grew so merry that he refused to start.
</p>
<p>
I was for getting angry, and appealed to the rich man (Hector Maclean was
his name), who had been a witness to our bargain and to my payment of the
five shillings. But Maclean had taken his share of the punch, and vowed
that no gentleman should leave his table after the bowl was brewed; so
there was nothing for it but to sit and hear Jacobite toasts and Gaelic
songs, till all were tipsy and staggered off to the bed or the barn for
their night's rest.
</p>
<p>
Next day (the fourth of my travels) we were up before five upon the clock;
but my rascal guide got to the bottle at once, and it was three hours
before I had him clear of the house, and then (as you shall hear) only for
a worse disappointment.
</p>
<p>
As long as we went down a heathery valley that lay before Mr. Maclean's
house, all went well; only my guide looked constantly over his shoulder,
and when I asked him the cause, only grinned at me. No sooner, however,
had we crossed the back of a hill, and got out of sight of the house
windows, than he told me Torosay lay right in front, and that a hill-top
(which he pointed out) was my best landmark.
</p>
<p>
"I care very little for that," said I, "since you are going with me."
</p>
<p>
The impudent cheat answered me in the Gaelic that he had no English.
</p>
<p>
"My fine fellow," I said, "I know very well your English comes and goes.
Tell me what will bring it back? Is it more money you wish?"
</p>
<p>
"Five shillings mair," said he, "and hersel' will bring ye there."
</p>
<p>
I reflected awhile and then offered him two, which he accepted greedily,
and insisted on having in his hands at once "for luck," as he said, but I
think it was rather for my misfortune.
</p>
<p>
The two shillings carried him not quite as many miles; at the end of which
distance, he sat down upon the wayside and took off his brogues from his
feet, like a man about to rest.
</p>
<p>
I was now red-hot. "Ha!" said I, "have you no more English?"
</p>
<p>
He said impudently, "No."
</p>
<p>
At that I boiled over, and lifted my hand to strike him; and he, drawing a
knife from his rags, squatted back and grinned at me like a wildcat. At
that, forgetting everything but my anger, I ran in upon him, put aside his
knife with my left, and struck him in the mouth with the right. I was a
strong lad and very angry, and he but a little man; and he went down
before me heavily. By good luck, his knife flew out of his hand as he
fell.
</p>
<p>
I picked up both that and his brogues, wished him a good morning, and set
off upon my way, leaving him barefoot and disarmed. I chuckled to myself
as I went, being sure I was done with that rogue, for a variety of
reasons. First, he knew he could have no more of my money; next, the
brogues were worth in that country only a few pence; and, lastly, the
knife, which was really a dagger, it was against the law for him to carry.
</p>
<p>
In about half an hour of walk, I overtook a great, ragged man, moving
pretty fast but feeling before him with a staff. He was quite blind, and
told me he was a catechist, which should have put me at my ease. But his
face went against me; it seemed dark and dangerous and secret; and
presently, as we began to go on alongside, I saw the steel butt of a
pistol sticking from under the flap of his coat-pocket. To carry such a
thing meant a fine of fifteen pounds sterling upon a first offence, and
transportation to the colonies upon a second. Nor could I quite see why a
religious teacher should go armed, or what a blind man could be doing with
a pistol.
</p>
<p>
I told him about my guide, for I was proud of what I had done, and my
vanity for once got the heels of my prudence. At the mention of the five
shillings he cried out so loud that I made up my mind I should say nothing
of the other two, and was glad he could not see my blushes.
</p>
<p>
"Was it too much?" I asked, a little faltering.
</p>
<p>
"Too much!" cries he. "Why, I will guide you to Torosay myself for a dram
of brandy. And give you the great pleasure of my company (me that is a man
of some learning) in the bargain."
</p>
<p>
I said I did not see how a blind man could be a guide; but at that he
laughed aloud, and said his stick was eyes enough for an eagle.
</p>
<p>
"In the Isle of Mull, at least," says he, "where I know every stone and
heather-bush by mark of head. See, now," he said, striking right and left,
as if to make sure, "down there a burn is running; and at the head of it
there stands a bit of a small hill with a stone cocked upon the top of
that; and it's hard at the foot of the hill, that the way runs by to
Torosay; and the way here, being for droves, is plainly trodden, and will
show grassy through the heather."
</p>
<p>
I had to own he was right in every feature, and told my wonder.
</p>
<p>
"Ha!" says he, "that's nothing. Would ye believe me now, that before the
Act came out, and when there were weepons in this country, I could shoot?
Ay, could I!" cries he, and then with a leer: "If ye had such a thing as a
pistol here to try with, I would show ye how it's done."
</p>
<p>
I told him I had nothing of the sort, and gave him a wider berth. If he
had known, his pistol stuck at that time quite plainly out of his pocket,
and I could see the sun twinkle on the steel of the butt. But by the
better luck for me, he knew nothing, thought all was covered, and lied on
in the dark.
</p>
<p>
He then began to question me cunningly, where I came from, whether I was
rich, whether I could change a five-shilling piece for him (which he
declared he had that moment in his sporran), and all the time he kept
edging up to me and I avoiding him. We were now upon a sort of green
cattle-track which crossed the hills towards Torosay, and we kept changing
sides upon that like dancers in a reel. I had so plainly the upper-hand
that my spirits rose, and indeed I took a pleasure in this game of
blindman's buff; but the catechist grew angrier and angrier, and at last
began to swear in Gaelic and to strike for my legs with his staff.
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Then I told him that, sure enough, I had a pistol in my pocket as well as
he, and if he did not strike across the hill due south I would even blow
his brains out.
</p>
<p>
He became at once very polite, and after trying to soften me for some
time, but quite in vain, he cursed me once more in Gaelic and took himself
off. I watched him striding along, through bog and brier, tapping with his
stick, until he turned the end of a hill and disappeared in the next
hollow. Then I struck on again for Torosay, much better pleased to be
alone than to travel with that man of learning. This was an unlucky day;
and these two, of whom I had just rid myself, one after the other, were
the two worst men I met with in the Highlands.
</p>
<p>
At Torosay, on the Sound of Mull and looking over to the mainland of
Morven, there was an inn with an innkeeper, who was a Maclean, it
appeared, of a very high family; for to keep an inn is thought even more
genteel in the Highlands than it is with us, perhaps as partaking of
hospitality, or perhaps because the trade is idle and drunken. He spoke
good English, and finding me to be something of a scholar, tried me first
in French, where he easily beat me, and then in the Latin, in which I
don't know which of us did best. This pleasant rivalry put us at once upon
friendly terms; and I sat up and drank punch with him (or to be more
correct, sat up and watched him drink it), until he was so tipsy that he
wept upon my shoulder.
</p>
<p>
I tried him, as if by accident, with a sight of Alan's button; but it was
plain he had never seen or heard of it. Indeed, he bore some grudge
against the family and friends of Ardshiel, and before he was drunk he
read me a lampoon, in very good Latin, but with a very ill meaning, which
he had made in elegiac verses upon a person of that house.
</p>
<p>
When I told him of my catechist, he shook his head, and said I was lucky
to have got clear off. "That is a very dangerous man," he said; "Duncan
Mackiegh is his name; he can shoot by the ear at several yards, and has
been often accused of highway robberies, and once of murder."
</p>
<p>
"The cream of it is," says I, "that he called himself a catechist."
</p>
<p>
"And why should he not?" says he, "when that is what he is. It was Maclean
of Duart gave it to him because he was blind. But perhaps it was a peety,"
says my host, "for he is always on the road, going from one place to
another to hear the young folk say their religion; and, doubtless, that is
a great temptation to the poor man."
</p>
<p>
At last, when my landlord could drink no more, he showed me to a bed, and
I lay down in very good spirits; having travelled the greater part of that
big and crooked Island of Mull, from Earraid to Torosay, fifty miles as
the crow flies, and (with my wanderings) much nearer a hundred, in four
days and with little fatigue. Indeed I was by far in better heart and
health of body at the end of that long tramp than I had been at the
beginning.
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CHAPTER XVI
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THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON: ACROSS MORVEN
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here is a regular ferry from Torosay to Kinlochaline on the mainland.
Both shores of the Sound are in the country of the strong clan of the
Macleans, and the people that passed the ferry with me were almost all of
that clan. The skipper of the boat, on the other hand, was called Neil Roy
Macrob; and since Macrob was one of the names of Alan's clansmen, and Alan
himself had sent me to that ferry, I was eager to come to private speech
of Neil Roy.
</p>
<p>
In the crowded boat this was of course impossible, and the passage was a
very slow affair. There was no wind, and as the boat was wretchedly
equipped, we could pull but two oars on one side, and one on the other.
The men gave way, however, with a good will, the passengers taking spells
to help them, and the whole company giving the time in Gaelic boat-songs.
And what with the songs, and the sea-air, and the good-nature and spirit
of all concerned, and the bright weather, the passage was a pretty thing
to have seen.
</p>
<p>
But there was one melancholy part. In the mouth of Loch Aline we found a
great sea-going ship at anchor; and this I supposed at first to be one of
the King's cruisers which were kept along that coast, both summer and
winter, to prevent communication with the French. As we got a little
nearer, it became plain she was a ship of merchandise; and what still more
puzzled me, not only her decks, but the sea-beach also, were quite black
with people, and skiffs were continually plying to and fro between them.
Yet nearer, and there began to come to our ears a great sound of mourning,
the people on board and those on the shore crying and lamenting one to
another so as to pierce the heart.
</p>
<p>
Then I understood this was an emigrant ship bound for the American
colonies.
</p>
<p>
We put the ferry-boat alongside, and the exiles leaned over the bulwarks,
weeping and reaching out their hands to my fellow-passengers, among whom
they counted some near friends. How long this might have gone on I do not
know, for they seemed to have no sense of time: but at last the captain of
the ship, who seemed near beside himself (and no great wonder) in the
midst of this crying and confusion, came to the side and begged us to
depart.
</p>
<p>
Thereupon Neil sheered off; and the chief singer in our boat struck into a
melancholy air, which was presently taken up both by the emigrants and
their friends upon the beach, so that it sounded from all sides like a
lament for the dying. I saw the tears run down the cheeks of the men and
women in the boat, even as they bent at the oars; and the circumstances
and the music of the song (which is one called "Lochaber no more") were
highly affecting even to myself.
</p>
<p>
At Kinlochaline I got Neil Roy upon one side on the beach, and said I made
sure he was one of Appin's men.
</p>
<p>
"And what for no?" said he.
</p>
<p>
"I am seeking somebody," said I; "and it comes in my mind that you will
have news of him. Alan Breck Stewart is his name." And very foolishly,
instead of showing him the button, I sought to pass a shilling in his
hand.
</p>
<p>
At this he drew back. "I am very much affronted," he said; "and this is
not the way that one shentleman should behave to another at all. The man
you ask for is in France; but if he was in my sporran," says he, "and your
belly full of shillings, I would not hurt a hair upon his body."
</p>
<p>
I saw I had gone the wrong way to work, and without wasting time upon
apologies, showed him the button lying in the hollow of my palm.
</p>
<p>
"Aweel, aweel," said Neil; "and I think ye might have begun with that end
of the stick, whatever! But if ye are the lad with the silver button, all
is well, and I have the word to see that ye come safe. But if ye will
pardon me to speak plainly," says he, "there is a name that you should
never take into your mouth, and that is the name of Alan Breck; and there
is a thing that ye would never do, and that is to offer your dirty money
to a Hieland shentleman."
</p>
<p>
It was not very easy to apologise; for I could scarce tell him (what was
the truth) that I had never dreamed he would set up to be a gentleman
until he told me so. Neil on his part had no wish to prolong his dealings
with me, only to fulfil his orders and be done with it; and he made haste
to give me my route. This was to lie the night in Kinlochaline in the
public inn; to cross Morven the next day to Ardgour, and lie the night in
the house of one John of the Claymore, who was warned that I might come;
the third day, to be set across one loch at Corran and another at
Balachulish, and then ask my way to the house of James of the Glens, at
Aucharn in Duror of Appin. There was a good deal of ferrying, as you hear;
the sea in all this part running deep into the mountains and winding about
their roots. It makes the country strong to hold and difficult to travel,
but full of prodigious wild and dreadful prospects.
</p>
<p>
I had some other advice from Neil: to speak with no one by the way, to
avoid Whigs, Campbells, and the "red-soldiers;" to leave the road and lie
in a bush if I saw any of the latter coming, "for it was never chancy to
meet in with them;" and in brief, to conduct myself like a robber or a
Jacobite agent, as perhaps Neil thought me.
</p>
<p>
The inn at Kinlochaline was the most beggarly vile place that ever pigs
were styed in, full of smoke, vermin, and silent Highlanders. I was not
only discontented with my lodging, but with myself for my mismanagement of
Neil, and thought I could hardly be worse off. But very wrongly, as I was
soon to see; for I had not been half an hour at the inn (standing in the
door most of the time, to ease my eyes from the peat smoke) when a
thunderstorm came close by, the springs broke in a little hill on which
the inn stood, and one end of the house became a running water. Places of
public entertainment were bad enough all over Scotland in those days; yet
it was a wonder to myself, when I had to go from the fireside to the bed
in which I slept, wading over the shoes.
</p>
<p>
Early in my next day's journey I overtook a little, stout, solemn man,
walking very slowly with his toes turned out, sometimes reading in a book
and sometimes marking the place with his finger, and dressed decently and
plainly in something of a clerical style.
</p>
<p>
This I found to be another catechist, but of a different order from the
blind man of Mull: being indeed one of those sent out by the Edinburgh
Society for Propagating Christian Knowledge, to evangelise the more savage
places of the Highlands. His name was Henderland; he spoke with the broad
south-country tongue, which I was beginning to weary for the sound of; and
besides common countryship, we soon found we had a more particular bond of
interest. For my good friend, the minister of Essendean, had translated
into the Gaelic in his by-time a number of hymns and pious books which
Henderland used in his work, and held in great esteem. Indeed, it was one
of these he was carrying and reading when we met.
</p>
<p>
We fell in company at once, our ways lying together as far as to
Kingairloch. As we went, he stopped and spoke with all the wayfarers and
workers that we met or passed; and though of course I could not tell what
they discoursed about, yet I judged Mr. Henderland must be well liked in
the countryside, for I observed many of them to bring out their mulls and
share a pinch of snuff with him.
</p>
<p>
I told him as far in my affairs as I judged wise; as far, that is, as they
were none of Alan's; and gave Balachulish as the place I was travelling
to, to meet a friend; for I thought Aucharn, or even Duror, would be too
particular, and might put him on the scent.
</p>
<p>
On his part, he told me much of his work and the people he worked among,
the hiding priests and Jacobites, the Disarming Act, the dress, and many
other curiosities of the time and place. He seemed moderate; blaming
Parliament in several points, and especially because they had framed the
Act more severely against those who wore the dress than against those who
carried weapons.
</p>
<p>
This moderation put it in my mind to question him of the Red Fox and the
Appin tenants; questions which, I thought, would seem natural enough in
the mouth of one travelling to that country.
</p>
<p>
He said it was a bad business. "It's wonderful," said he, "where the
tenants find the money, for their life is mere starvation. (Ye don't carry
such a thing as snuff, do ye, Mr. Balfour? No. Well, I'm better wanting
it.) But these tenants (as I was saying) are doubtless partly driven to
it. James Stewart in Duror (that's him they call James of the Glens) is
half-brother to Ardshiel, the captain of the clan; and he is a man much
looked up to, and drives very hard. And then there's one they call Alan
Breck—"
</p>
<p>
"Ah!" I cried, "what of him?"
</p>
<p>
"What of the wind that bloweth where it listeth?" said Henderland. "He's
here and awa; here to-day and gone to-morrow: a fair heather-cat. He might
be glowering at the two of us out of yon whin-bush, and I wouldnae wonder!
Ye'll no carry such a thing as snuff, will ye?"
</p>
<p>
I told him no, and that he had asked the same thing more than once.
</p>
<p>
"It's highly possible," said he, sighing. "But it seems strange ye
shouldnae carry it. However, as I was saying, this Alan Breck is a bold,
desperate customer, and well kent to be James's right hand. His life is
forfeit already; he would boggle at naething; and maybe, if a tenant-body
was to hang back he would get a dirk in his wame."
</p>
<p>
"You make a poor story of it all, Mr. Henderland," said I. "If it is all
fear upon both sides, I care to hear no more of it."
</p>
<p>
"Na," said Mr. Henderland, "but there's love too, and self-denial that
should put the like of you and me to shame. There's something fine about
it; no perhaps Christian, but humanly fine. Even Alan Breck, by all that I
hear, is a chield to be respected. There's many a lying sneck-draw sits
close in kirk in our own part of the country, and stands well in the
world's eye, and maybe is a far worse man, Mr. Balfour, than yon misguided
shedder of man's blood. Ay, ay, we might take a lesson by them.—Ye'll
perhaps think I've been too long in the Hielands?" he added, smiling to
me.
</p>
<p>
I told him not at all; that I had seen much to admire among the
Highlanders; and if he came to that, Mr. Campbell himself was a
Highlander.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, "that's true. It's a fine blood."
</p>
<p>
"And what is the King's agent about?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"Colin Campbell?" says Henderland. "Putting his head in a bees' byke!"
</p>
<p>
"He is to turn the tenants out by force, I hear?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Yes," says he, "but the business has gone back and forth, as folk say.
First, James of the Glens rode to Edinburgh, and got some lawyer (a
Stewart, nae doubt—they all hing together like bats in a steeple)
and had the proceedings stayed. And then Colin Campbell cam' in again, and
had the upper-hand before the Barons of Exchequer. And now they tell me
the first of the tenants are to flit to-morrow. It's to begin at Duror
under James's very windows, which doesnae seem wise by my humble way of
it."
</p>
<p>
"Do you think they'll fight?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"Well," says Henderland, "they're disarmed—or supposed to be—for
there's still a good deal of cold iron lying by in quiet places. And then
Colin Campbell has the sogers coming. But for all that, if I was his lady
wife, I wouldnae be well pleased till I got him home again. They're queer
customers, the Appin Stewarts."
</p>
<p>
I asked if they were worse than their neighbours.
</p>
<p>
"No they," said he. "And that's the worst part of it. For if Colin Roy can
get his business done in Appin, he has it all to begin again in the next
country, which they call Mamore, and which is one of the countries of the
Camerons. He's King's Factor upon both, and from both he has to drive out
the tenants; and indeed, Mr. Balfour (to be open with ye), it's my belief
that if he escapes the one lot, he'll get his death by the other."
</p>
<p>
So we continued talking and walking the great part of the day; until at
last, Mr. Henderland after expressing his delight in my company, and
satisfaction at meeting with a friend of Mr. Campbell's ("whom," says he,
"I will make bold to call that sweet singer of our covenanted Zion"),
proposed that I should make a short stage, and lie the night in his house
a little beyond Kingairloch. To say truth, I was overjoyed; for I had no
great desire for John of the Claymore, and since my double misadventure,
first with the guide and next with the gentleman skipper, I stood in some
fear of any Highland stranger. Accordingly we shook hands upon the
bargain, and came in the afternoon to a small house, standing alone by the
shore of the Linnhe Loch. The sun was already gone from the desert
mountains of Ardgour upon the hither side, but shone on those of Appin on
the farther; the loch lay as still as a lake, only the gulls were crying
round the sides of it; and the whole place seemed solemn and uncouth.
</p>
<p>
We had no sooner come to the door of Mr. Henderland's dwelling, than to my
great surprise (for I was now used to the politeness of Highlanders) he
burst rudely past me, dashed into the room, caught up a jar and a small
horn-spoon, and began ladling snuff into his nose in most excessive
quantities. Then he had a hearty fit of sneezing, and looked round upon me
with a rather silly smile.
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"It's a vow I took," says he. "I took a vow upon me that I wouldnae carry
it. Doubtless it's a great privation; but when I think upon the martyrs,
not only to the Scottish Covenant but to other points of Christianity, I
think shame to mind it."
</p>
<p>
As soon as we had eaten (and porridge and whey was the best of the good
man's diet) he took a grave face and said he had a duty to perform by Mr.
Campbell, and that was to inquire into my state of mind towards God. I was
inclined to smile at him since the business of the snuff; but he had not
spoken long before he brought the tears into my eyes. There are two things
that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too
much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people; but Mr.
Henderland had their very speech upon his tongue. And though I was a good
deal puffed up with my adventures and with having come off, as the saying
is, with flying colours; yet he soon had me on my knees beside a simple,
poor old man, and both proud and glad to be there.
</p>
<p>
Before we went to bed he offered me sixpence to help me on my way, out of
a scanty store he kept in the turf wall of his house; at which excess of
goodness I knew not what to do. But at last he was so earnest with me that
I thought it the more mannerly part to let him have his way, and so left
him poorer than myself.
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CHAPTER XVII
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THE DEATH OF THE RED FOX
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he next day Mr. Henderland found for me a man who had a boat of his own
and was to cross the Linnhe Loch that afternoon into Appin, fishing. Him
he prevailed on to take me, for he was one of his flock; and in this way I
saved a long day's travel and the price of the two public ferries I must
otherwise have passed.
</p>
<p>
It was near noon before we set out; a dark day with clouds, and the sun
shining upon little patches. The sea was here very deep and still, and had
scarce a wave upon it; so that I must put the water to my lips before I
could believe it to be truly salt. The mountains on either side were high,
rough and barren, very black and gloomy in the shadow of the clouds, but
all silver-laced with little watercourses where the sun shone upon them.
It seemed a hard country, this of Appin, for people to care as much about
as Alan did.
</p>
<p>
There was but one thing to mention. A little after we had started, the sun
shone upon a little moving clump of scarlet close in along the water-side
to the north. It was much of the same red as soldiers' coats; every now
and then, too, there came little sparks and lightnings, as though the sun
had struck upon bright steel.
</p>
<p>
I asked my boatman what it should be, and he answered he supposed it was
some of the red soldiers coming from Fort William into Appin, against the
poor tenantry of the country. Well, it was a sad sight to me; and whether
it was because of my thoughts of Alan, or from something prophetic in my
bosom, although this was but the second time I had seen King George's
troops, I had no good will to them.
</p>
<p>
At last we came so near the point of land at the entering in of Loch Leven
that I begged to be set on shore. My boatman (who was an honest fellow and
mindful of his promise to the catechist) would fain have carried me on to
Balachulish; but as this was to take me farther from my secret
destination, I insisted, and was set on shore at last under the wood of
Lettermore (or Lettervore, for I have heard it both ways) in Alan's
country of Appin.
</p>
<p>
This was a wood of birches, growing on a steep, craggy side of a mountain
that overhung the loch. It had many openings and ferny howes; and a road
or bridle track ran north and south through the midst of it, by the edge
of which, where was a spring, I sat down to eat some oat-bread of Mr.
Henderland's and think upon my situation.
</p>
<p>
Here I was not only troubled by a cloud of stinging midges, but far more
by the doubts of my mind. What I ought to do, why I was going to join
myself with an outlaw and a would-be murderer like Alan, whether I should
not be acting more like a man of sense to tramp back to the south country
direct, by my own guidance and at my own charges, and what Mr. Campbell or
even Mr. Henderland would think of me if they should ever learn my folly
and presumption: these were the doubts that now began to come in on me
stronger than ever.
</p>
<p>
As I was so sitting and thinking, a sound of men and horses came to me
through the wood; and presently after, at a turning of the road, I saw
four travellers come into view. The way was in this part so rough and
narrow that they came single and led their horses by the reins. The first
was a great, red-headed gentleman, of an imperious and flushed face, who
carried his hat in his hand and fanned himself, for he was in a breathing
heat. The second, by his decent black garb and white wig, I correctly took
to be a lawyer. The third was a servant, and wore some part of his clothes
in tartan, which showed that his master was of a Highland family, and
either an outlaw or else in singular good odour with the Government, since
the wearing of tartan was against the Act. If I had been better versed in
these things, I would have known the tartan to be of the Argyle (or
Campbell) colours. This servant had a good-sized portmanteau strapped on
his horse, and a net of lemons (to brew punch with) hanging at the
saddle-bow; as was often enough the custom with luxurious travellers in
that part of the country.
</p>
<p>
As for the fourth, who brought up the tail, I had seen his like before,
and knew him at once to be a sheriff's officer.
</p>
<p>
I had no sooner seen these people coming than I made up my mind (for no
reason that I can tell) to go through with my adventure; and when the
first came alongside of me, I rose up from the bracken and asked him the
way to Aucharn.
</p>
<p>
He stopped and looked at me, as I thought, a little oddly; and then,
turning to the lawyer, "Mungo," said he, "there's many a man would think
this more of a warning than two pyats. Here am I on my road to Duror on
the job ye ken; and here is a young lad starts up out of the bracken, and
speers if I am on the way to Aucharn."
</p>
<p>
"Glenure," said the other, "this is an ill subject for jesting."
</p>
<p>
These two had now drawn close up and were gazing at me, while the two
followers had halted about a stone-cast in the rear.
</p>
<p>
"And what seek ye in Aucharn?" said Colin Roy Campbell of Glenure, him
they called the Red Fox; for he it was that I had stopped.
</p>
<p>
"The man that lives there," said I.
</p>
<p>
"James of the Glens," says Glenure, musingly; and then to the lawyer: "Is
he gathering his people, think ye?"
</p>
<p>
"Anyway," says the lawyer, "we shall do better to bide where we are, and
let the soldiers rally us."
</p>
<p>
"If you are concerned for me," said I, "I am neither of his people nor
yours, but an honest subject of King George, owing no man and fearing no
man."
</p>
<p>
"Why, very well said," replies the Factor. "But if I may make so bold as
ask, what does this honest man so far from his country? and why does he
come seeking the brother of Ardshiel? I have power here, I must tell you.
I am King's Factor upon several of these estates, and have twelve files of
soldiers at my back."
</p>
<p>
"I have heard a waif word in the country," said I, a little nettled, "that
you were a hard man to drive."
</p>
<p>
He still kept looking at me, as if in doubt.
</p>
<p>
"Well," said he, at last, "your tongue is bold; but I am no unfriend to
plainness. If ye had asked me the way to the door of James Stewart on any
other day but this, I would have set ye right and bidden ye God speed. But
to-day—eh, Mungo?" And he turned again to look at the lawyer.
</p>
<p>
But just as he turned there came the shot of a firelock from higher up the
hill; and with the very sound of it Glenure fell upon the road.
</p>
<p>
"O, I am dead!" he cried, several times over.
</p>
<p>
The lawyer had caught him up and held him in his arms, the servant
standing over and clasping his hands. And now the wounded man looked from
one to another with scared eyes, and there was a change in his voice, that
went to the heart.
</p>
<p>
"Take care of yourselves," says he. "I am dead."
</p>
<p>
He tried to open his clothes as if to look for the wound, but his fingers
slipped on the buttons. With that he gave a great sigh, his head rolled on
his shoulder, and he passed away.
</p>
<p>
The lawyer said never a word, but his face was as sharp as a pen and as
white as the dead man's; the servant broke out into a great noise of
crying and weeping, like a child; and I, on my side, stood staring at them
in a kind of horror. The sheriff's officer had run back at the first sound
of the shot, to hasten the coming of the soldiers.
</p>
<p>
At last the lawyer laid down the dead man in his blood upon the road, and
got to his own feet with a kind of stagger.
</p>
<p>
I believe it was his movement that brought me to my senses; for he had no
sooner done so than I began to scramble up the hill, crying out, "The
murderer! the murderer!"
</p>
<p>
So little a time had elapsed, that when I got to the top of the first
steepness, and could see some part of the open mountain, the murderer was
still moving away at no great distance. He was a big man, in a black coat,
with metal buttons, and carried a long fowling-piece.
</p>
<p>
"Here!" I cried. "I see him!"
</p>
<p>
At that the murderer gave a little, quick look over his shoulder, and
began to run. The next moment he was lost in a fringe of birches; then he
came out again on the upper side, where I could see him climbing like a
jackanapes, for that part was again very steep; and then he dipped behind
a shoulder, and I saw him no more.
</p>
<p>
All this time I had been running on my side, and had got a good way up,
when a voice cried upon me to stand.
</p>
<p>
I was at the edge of the upper wood, and so now, when I halted and looked
back, I saw all the open part of the hill below me.
</p>
<p>
The lawyer and the sheriff's officer were standing just above the road,
crying and waving on me to come back; and on their left, the red-coats,
musket in hand, were beginning to struggle singly out of the lower wood.
</p>
<p>
"Why should I come back?" I cried. "Come you on!"
</p>
<p>
"Ten pounds if ye take that lad!" cried the lawyer. "He's an accomplice.
He was posted here to hold us in talk."
</p>
<p>
At that word (which I could hear quite plainly, though it was to the
soldiers and not to me that he was crying it) my heart came in my mouth
with quite a new kind of terror. Indeed, it is one thing to stand the
danger of your life, and quite another to run the peril of both life and
character. The thing, besides, had come so suddenly, like thunder out of a
clear sky, that I was all amazed and helpless.
</p>
<p>
The soldiers began to spread, some of them to run, and others to put up
their pieces and cover me; and still I stood.
</p>
<p>
"Jouk* in here among the trees," said a voice close by.
</p>
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<p>
Indeed, I scarce knew what I was doing, but I obeyed; and as I did so, I
heard the firelocks bang and the balls whistle in the birches.
</p>
<p>
Just inside the shelter of the trees I found Alan Breck standing, with a
fishing-rod. He gave me no salutation; indeed it was no time for
civilities; only "Come!" says he, and set off running along the side of
the mountain towards Balachulish; and I, like a sheep, to follow him.
</p>
<p>
Now we ran among the birches; now stooping behind low humps upon the
mountain-side; now crawling on all fours among the heather. The pace was
deadly: my heart seemed bursting against my ribs; and I had neither time
to think nor breath to speak with. Only I remember seeing with wonder,
that Alan every now and then would straighten himself to his full height
and look back; and every time he did so, there came a great far-away
cheering and crying of the soldiers.
</p>
<p>
Quarter of an hour later, Alan stopped, clapped down flat in the heather,
and turned to me.
</p>
<p>
"Now," said he, "it's earnest. Do as I do, for your life."
</p>
<p>
And at the same speed, but now with infinitely more precaution, we traced
back again across the mountain-side by the same way that we had come, only
perhaps higher; till at last Alan threw himself down in the upper wood of
Lettermore, where I had found him at the first, and lay, with his face in
the bracken, panting like a dog.
</p>
<p>
My own sides so ached, my head so swam, my tongue so hung out of my mouth
with heat and dryness, that I lay beside him like one dead.
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CHAPTER XVIII
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<h3>
I TALK WITH ALAN IN THE WOOD OF LETTERMORE
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lan was the first to come round. He rose, went to the border of the wood,
peered out a little, and then returned and sat down.
</p>
<p>
"Well," said he, "yon was a hot burst, David."
</p>
<p>
I said nothing, nor so much as lifted my face. I had seen murder done, and
a great, ruddy, jovial gentleman struck out of life in a moment; the pity
of that sight was still sore within me, and yet that was but a part of my
concern. Here was murder done upon the man Alan hated; here was Alan
skulking in the trees and running from the troops; and whether his was the
hand that fired or only the head that ordered, signified but little. By my
way of it, my only friend in that wild country was blood-guilty in the
first degree; I held him in horror; I could not look upon his face; I
would have rather lain alone in the rain on my cold isle, than in that
warm wood beside a murderer.
</p>
<p>
"Are ye still wearied?" he asked again.
</p>
<p>
"No," said I, still with my face in the bracken; "no, I am not wearied
now, and I can speak. You and me must twine,"* I said. "I liked you very
well, Alan, but your ways are not mine, and they're not God's: and the
short and the long of it is just that we must twine."
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<p>
"I will hardly twine from ye, David, without some kind of reason for the
same," said Alan, mighty gravely. "If ye ken anything against my
reputation, it's the least thing that ye should do, for old acquaintance'
sake, to let me hear the name of it; and if ye have only taken a distaste
to my society, it will be proper for me to judge if I'm insulted."
</p>
<p>
"Alan," said I, "what is the sense of this? Ye ken very well yon
Campbell-man lies in his blood upon the road."
</p>
<p>
He was silent for a little; then says he, "Did ever ye hear tell of the
story of the Man and the Good People?"—by which he meant the
fairies.
</p>
<p>
"No," said I, "nor do I want to hear it."
</p>
<p>
"With your permission, Mr. Balfour, I will tell it you, whatever," says
Alan. "The man, ye should ken, was cast upon a rock in the sea, where it
appears the Good People were in use to come and rest as they went through
to Ireland. The name of this rock is called the Skerryvore, and it's not
far from where we suffered ship-wreck. Well, it seems the man cried so
sore, if he could just see his little bairn before he died! that at last
the king of the Good People took peety upon him, and sent one flying that
brought back the bairn in a poke* and laid it down beside the man where he
lay sleeping. So when the man woke, there was a poke beside him and
something into the inside of it that moved. Well, it seems he was one of
these gentry that think aye the worst of things; and for greater security,
he stuck his dirk throughout that poke before he opened it, and there was
his bairn dead. I am thinking to myself, Mr. Balfour, that you and the man
are very much alike."
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<p>
"Do you mean you had no hand in it?" cried I, sitting up.
</p>
<p>
"I will tell you first of all, Mr. Balfour of Shaws, as one friend to
another," said Alan, "that if I were going to kill a gentleman, it would
not be in my own country, to bring trouble on my clan; and I would not go
wanting sword and gun, and with a long fishing-rod upon my back."
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "that's true!"
</p>
<p>
"And now," continued Alan, taking out his dirk and laying his hand upon it
in a certain manner, "I swear upon the Holy Iron I had neither art nor
part, act nor thought in it."
</p>
<p>
"I thank God for that!" cried I, and offered him my hand.
</p>
<p>
He did not appear to see it.
</p>
<p>
"And here is a great deal of work about a Campbell!" said he. "They are
not so scarce, that I ken!"
</p>
<p>
"At least," said I, "you cannot justly blame me, for you know very well
what you told me in the brig. But the temptation and the act are
different, I thank God again for that. We may all be tempted; but to take
a life in cold blood, Alan!" And I could say no more for the moment. "And
do you know who did it?" I added. "Do you know that man in the black
coat?"
</p>
<p>
"I have nae clear mind about his coat," said Alan cunningly, "but it
sticks in my head that it was blue."
</p>
<p>
"Blue or black, did ye know him?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"I couldnae just conscientiously swear to him," says Alan. "He gaed very
close by me, to be sure, but it's a strange thing that I should just have
been tying my brogues."
</p>
<p>
"Can you swear that you don't know him, Alan?" I cried, half angered, half
in a mind to laugh at his evasions.
</p>
<p>
"Not yet," says he; "but I've a grand memory for forgetting, David."
</p>
<p>
"And yet there was one thing I saw clearly," said I; "and that was, that
you exposed yourself and me to draw the soldiers."
</p>
<p>
"It's very likely," said Alan; "and so would any gentleman. You and me
were innocent of that transaction."
</p>
<p>
"The better reason, since we were falsely suspected, that we should get
clear," I cried. "The innocent should surely come before the guilty."
</p>
<p>
"Why, David," said he, "the innocent have aye a chance to get assoiled in
court; but for the lad that shot the bullet, I think the best place for
him will be the heather. Them that havenae dipped their hands in any
little difficulty, should be very mindful of the case of them that have.
And that is the good Christianity. For if it was the other way round
about, and the lad whom I couldnae just clearly see had been in our shoes,
and we in his (as might very well have been), I think we would be a good
deal obliged to him oursel's if he would draw the soldiers."
</p>
<p>
When it came to this, I gave Alan up. But he looked so innocent all the
time, and was in such clear good faith in what he said, and so ready to
sacrifice himself for what he deemed his duty, that my mouth was closed.
Mr. Henderland's words came back to me: that we ourselves might take a
lesson by these wild Highlanders. Well, here I had taken mine. Alan's
morals were all tail-first; but he was ready to give his life for them,
such as they were.
</p>
<p>
"Alan," said I, "I'll not say it's the good Christianity as I understand
it, but it's good enough. And here I offer ye my hand for the second
time."
</p>
<p>
Whereupon he gave me both of his, saying surely I had cast a spell upon
him, for he could forgive me anything. Then he grew very grave, and said
we had not much time to throw away, but must both flee that country: he,
because he was a deserter, and the whole of Appin would now be searched
like a chamber, and every one obliged to give a good account of himself;
and I, because I was certainly involved in the murder.
</p>
<p>
"O!" says I, willing to give him a little lesson, "I have no fear of the
justice of my country."
</p>
<p>
"As if this was your country!" said he. "Or as if ye would be tried here,
in a country of Stewarts!"
</p>
<p>
"It's all Scotland," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Man, I whiles wonder at ye," said Alan. "This is a Campbell that's been
killed. Well, it'll be tried in Inverara, the Campbells' head place; with
fifteen Campbells in the jury-box and the biggest Campbell of all (and
that's the Duke) sitting cocking on the bench. Justice, David? The same
justice, by all the world, as Glenure found awhile ago at the roadside."
</p>
<p>
This frightened me a little, I confess, and would have frightened me more
if I had known how nearly exact were Alan's predictions; indeed it was but
in one point that he exaggerated, there being but eleven Campbells on the
jury; though as the other four were equally in the Duke's dependence, it
mattered less than might appear. Still, I cried out that he was unjust to
the Duke of Argyle, who (for all he was a Whig) was yet a wise and honest
nobleman.
</p>
<p>
"Hoot!" said Alan, "the man's a Whig, nae doubt; but I would never deny he
was a good chieftain to his clan. And what would the clan think if there
was a Campbell shot, and naebody hanged, and their own chief the Justice
General? But I have often observed," says Alan, "that you Low-country
bodies have no clear idea of what's right and wrong."
</p>
<p>
At this I did at last laugh out aloud, when to my surprise, Alan joined
in, and laughed as merrily as myself.
</p>
<p>
"Na, na," said he, "we're in the Hielands, David; and when I tell ye to
run, take my word and run. Nae doubt it's a hard thing to skulk and starve
in the Heather, but it's harder yet to lie shackled in a red-coat prison."
</p>
<p>
I asked him whither we should flee; and as he told me "to the Lowlands," I
was a little better inclined to go with him; for, indeed, I was growing
impatient to get back and have the upper-hand of my uncle. Besides, Alan
made so sure there would be no question of justice in the matter, that I
began to be afraid he might be right. Of all deaths, I would truly like
least to die by the gallows; and the picture of that uncanny instrument
came into my head with extraordinary clearness (as I had once seen it
engraved at the top of a pedlar's ballad) and took away my appetite for
courts of justice.
</p>
<p>
"I'll chance it, Alan," said I. "I'll go with you."
</p>
<p>
"But mind you," said Alan, "it's no small thing. Ye maun lie bare and
hard, and brook many an empty belly. Your bed shall be the moorcock's, and
your life shall be like the hunted deer's, and ye shall sleep with your
hand upon your weapons. Ay, man, ye shall taigle many a weary foot, or we
get clear! I tell ye this at the start, for it's a life that I ken well.
But if ye ask what other chance ye have, I answer: Nane. Either take to
the heather with me, or else hang."
</p>
<p>
"And that's a choice very easily made," said I; and we shook hands upon
it.
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<p>
"And now let's take another peek at the red-coats," says Alan, and he led
me to the north-eastern fringe of the wood.
</p>
<p>
Looking out between the trees, we could see a great side of mountain,
running down exceeding steep into the waters of the loch. It was a rough
part, all hanging stone, and heather, and big scrogs of birchwood; and
away at the far end towards Balachulish, little wee red soldiers were
dipping up and down over hill and howe, and growing smaller every minute.
There was no cheering now, for I think they had other uses for what breath
was left them; but they still stuck to the trail, and doubtless thought
that we were close in front of them.
</p>
<p>
Alan watched them, smiling to himself.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said he, "they'll be gey weary before they've got to the end of that
employ! And so you and me, David, can sit down and eat a bite, and breathe
a bit longer, and take a dram from my bottle. Then we'll strike for
Aucharn, the house of my kinsman, James of the Glens, where I must get my
clothes, and my arms, and money to carry us along; and then, David, we'll
cry, 'Forth, Fortune!' and take a cast among the heather."
</p>
<p>
So we sat again and ate and drank, in a place whence we could see the sun
going down into a field of great, wild, and houseless mountains, such as I
was now condemned to wander in with my companion. Partly as we so sat, and
partly afterwards, on the way to Aucharn, each of us narrated his
adventures; and I shall here set down so much of Alan's as seems either
curious or needful.
</p>
<p>
It appears he ran to the bulwarks as soon as the wave was passed; saw me,
and lost me, and saw me again, as I tumbled in the roost; and at last had
one glimpse of me clinging on the yard. It was this that put him in some
hope I would maybe get to land after all, and made him leave those clues
and messages which had brought me (for my sins) to that unlucky country of
Appin.
</p>
<p>
In the meanwhile, those still on the brig had got the skiff launched, and
one or two were on board of her already, when there came a second wave
greater than the first, and heaved the brig out of her place, and would
certainly have sent her to the bottom, had she not struck and caught on
some projection of the reef. When she had struck first, it had been
bows-on, so that the stern had hitherto been lowest. But now her stern was
thrown in the air, and the bows plunged under the sea; and with that, the
water began to pour into the fore-scuttle like the pouring of a mill-dam.
</p>
<p>
It took the colour out of Alan's face, even to tell what followed. For
there were still two men lying impotent in their bunks; and these, seeing
the water pour in and thinking the ship had foundered, began to cry out
aloud, and that with such harrowing cries that all who were on deck
tumbled one after another into the skiff and fell to their oars. They were
not two hundred yards away, when there came a third great sea; and at that
the brig lifted clean over the reef; her canvas filled for a moment, and
she seemed to sail in chase of them, but settling all the while; and
presently she drew down and down, as if a hand was drawing her; and the
sea closed over the Covenant of Dysart.
</p>
<p>
Never a word they spoke as they pulled ashore, being stunned with the
horror of that screaming; but they had scarce set foot upon the beach when
Hoseason woke up, as if out of a muse, and bade them lay hands upon Alan.
They hung back indeed, having little taste for the employment; but
Hoseason was like a fiend, crying that Alan was alone, that he had a great
sum about him, that he had been the means of losing the brig and drowning
all their comrades, and that here was both revenge and wealth upon a
single cast. It was seven against one; in that part of the shore there was
no rock that Alan could set his back to; and the sailors began to spread
out and come behind him.
</p>
<p>
"And then," said Alan, "the little man with the red head—I havenae
mind of the name that he is called."
</p>
<p>
"Riach," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said Alan, "Riach! Well, it was him that took up the clubs for me,
asked the men if they werenae feared of a judgment, and, says he 'Dod,
I'll put my back to the Hielandman's mysel'.' That's none such an entirely
bad little man, yon little man with the red head," said Alan. "He has some
spunks of decency."
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "he was kind to me in his way."
</p>
<p>
"And so he was to Alan," said he; "and by my troth, I found his way a very
good one! But ye see, David, the loss of the ship and the cries of these
poor lads sat very ill upon the man; and I'm thinking that would be the
cause of it."
</p>
<p>
"Well, I would think so," says I; "for he was as keen as any of the rest
at the beginning. But how did Hoseason take it?"
</p>
<p>
"It sticks in my mind that he would take it very ill," says Alan. "But the
little man cried to me to run, and indeed I thought it was a good observe,
and ran. The last that I saw they were all in a knot upon the beach, like
folk that were not agreeing very well together."
</p>
<p>
"What do you mean by that?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Well, the fists were going," said Alan; "and I saw one man go down like a
pair of breeks. But I thought it would be better no to wait. Ye see
there's a strip of Campbells in that end of Mull, which is no good company
for a gentleman like me. If it hadnae been for that I would have waited
and looked for ye mysel', let alone giving a hand to the little man." (It
was droll how Alan dwelt on Mr. Riach's stature, for, to say the truth,
the one was not much smaller than the other.) "So," says he, continuing,
"I set my best foot forward, and whenever I met in with any one I cried
out there was a wreck ashore. Man, they didnae stop to fash with me! Ye
should have seen them linking for the beach! And when they got there they
found they had had the pleasure of a run, which is aye good for a
Campbell. I'm thinking it was a judgment on the clan that the brig went
down in the lump and didnae break. But it was a very unlucky thing for
you, that same; for if any wreck had come ashore they would have hunted
high and low, and would soon have found ye."
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CHAPTER XIX
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<h3>
THE HOUSE OF FEAR
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ight fell as we were walking, and the clouds, which had broken up in the
afternoon, settled in and thickened, so that it fell, for the season of
the year, extremely dark. The way we went was over rough mountainsides;
and though Alan pushed on with an assured manner, I could by no means see
how he directed himself.
</p>
<p>
At last, about half-past ten of the clock, we came to the top of a brae,
and saw lights below us. It seemed a house door stood open and let out a
beam of fire and candle-light; and all round the house and steading five
or six persons were moving hurriedly about, each carrying a lighted brand.
</p>
<p>
"James must have tint his wits," said Alan. "If this was the soldiers
instead of you and me, he would be in a bonny mess. But I dare say he'll
have a sentry on the road, and he would ken well enough no soldiers would
find the way that we came."
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Hereupon he whistled three times, in a particular manner. It was strange
to see how, at the first sound of it, all the moving torches came to a
stand, as if the bearers were affrighted; and how, at the third, the
bustle began again as before.
</p>
<p>
Having thus set folks' minds at rest, we came down the brae, and were met
at the yard gate (for this place was like a well-doing farm) by a tall,
handsome man of more than fifty, who cried out to Alan in the Gaelic.
</p>
<p>
"James Stewart," said Alan, "I will ask ye to speak in Scotch, for here is
a young gentleman with me that has nane of the other. This is him," he
added, putting his arm through mine, "a young gentleman of the Lowlands,
and a laird in his country too, but I am thinking it will be the better
for his health if we give his name the go-by."
</p>
<p>
James of the Glens turned to me for a moment, and greeted me courteously
enough; the next he had turned to Alan.
</p>
<p>
"This has been a dreadful accident," he cried. "It will bring trouble on
the country." And he wrung his hands.
</p>
<p>
"Hoots!" said Alan, "ye must take the sour with the sweet, man. Colin Roy
is dead, and be thankful for that!"
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said James, "and by my troth, I wish he was alive again! It's all
very fine to blow and boast beforehand; but now it's done, Alan; and who's
to bear the wyte* of it? The accident fell out in Appin—mind ye
that, Alan; it's Appin that must pay; and I am a man that has a family."
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<p>
While this was going on I looked about me at the servants. Some were on
ladders, digging in the thatch of the house or the farm buildings, from
which they brought out guns, swords, and different weapons of war; others
carried them away; and by the sound of mattock blows from somewhere
farther down the brae, I suppose they buried them. Though they were all so
busy, there prevailed no kind of order in their efforts; men struggled
together for the same gun and ran into each other with their burning
torches; and James was continually turning about from his talk with Alan,
to cry out orders which were apparently never understood. The faces in the
torchlight were like those of people overborne with hurry and panic; and
though none spoke above his breath, their speech sounded both anxious and
angry.
</p>
<p>
It was about this time that a lassie came out of the house carrying a pack
or bundle; and it has often made me smile to think how Alan's instinct
awoke at the mere sight of it.
</p>
<p>
"What's that the lassie has?" he asked.
</p>
<p>
"We're just setting the house in order, Alan," said James, in his
frightened and somewhat fawning way. "They'll search Appin with candles,
and we must have all things straight. We're digging the bit guns and
swords into the moss, ye see; and these, I am thinking, will be your ain
French clothes. We'll be to bury them, I believe."
</p>
<p>
"Bury my French clothes!" cried Alan. "Troth, no!" And he laid hold upon
the packet and retired into the barn to shift himself, recommending me in
the meanwhile to his kinsman.
</p>
<p>
James carried me accordingly into the kitchen, and sat down with me at
table, smiling and talking at first in a very hospitable manner. But
presently the gloom returned upon him; he sat frowning and biting his
fingers; only remembered me from time to time; and then gave me but a word
or two and a poor smile, and back into his private terrors. His wife sat
by the fire and wept, with her face in her hands; his eldest son was
crouched upon the floor, running over a great mass of papers and now and
again setting one alight and burning it to the bitter end; all the while a
servant lass with a red face was rummaging about the room, in a blind
hurry of fear, and whimpering as she went; and every now and again one of
the men would thrust in his face from the yard, and cry for orders.
</p>
<p>
At last James could keep his seat no longer, and begged my permission to
be so unmannerly as walk about. "I am but poor company altogether, sir,"
says he, "but I can think of nothing but this dreadful accident, and the
trouble it is like to bring upon quite innocent persons."
</p>
<p>
A little after he observed his son burning a paper which he thought should
have been kept; and at that his excitement burst out so that it was
painful to witness. He struck the lad repeatedly.
</p>
<p>
"Are you gone gyte?"* he cried. "Do you wish to hang your father?" and
forgetful of my presence, carried on at him a long time together in the
Gaelic, the young man answering nothing; only the wife, at the name of
hanging, throwing her apron over her face and sobbing out louder than
before.
</p>
<pre xml:space="preserve">
* Mad.
</pre>
<p>
This was all wretched for a stranger like myself to hear and see; and I
was right glad when Alan returned, looking like himself in his fine French
clothes, though (to be sure) they were now grown almost too battered and
withered to deserve the name of fine. I was then taken out in my turn by
another of the sons, and given that change of clothing of which I had
stood so long in need, and a pair of Highland brogues made of
deer-leather, rather strange at first, but after a little practice very
easy to the feet.
</p>
<p>
By the time I came back Alan must have told his story; for it seemed
understood that I was to fly with him, and they were all busy upon our
equipment. They gave us each a sword and pistols, though I professed my
inability to use the former; and with these, and some ammunition, a bag of
oatmeal, an iron pan, and a bottle of right French brandy, we were ready
for the heather. Money, indeed, was lacking. I had about two guineas left;
Alan's belt having been despatched by another hand, that trusty messenger
had no more than seventeen-pence to his whole fortune; and as for James,
it appears he had brought himself so low with journeys to Edinburgh and
legal expenses on behalf of the tenants, that he could only scrape
together three-and-five-pence-halfpenny, the most of it in coppers.
</p>
<p>
"This'll no do," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"Ye must find a safe bit somewhere near by," said James, "and get word
sent to me. Ye see, ye'll have to get this business prettily off, Alan.
This is no time to be stayed for a guinea or two. They're sure to get wind
of ye, sure to seek ye, and by my way of it, sure to lay on ye the wyte of
this day's accident. If it falls on you, it falls on me that am your near
kinsman and harboured ye while ye were in the country. And if it comes on
me——" he paused, and bit his fingers, with a white face. "It
would be a painful thing for our friends if I was to hang," said he.
</p>
<p>
"It would be an ill day for Appin," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
"It's a day that sticks in my throat," said James. "O man, man, man—man
Alan! you and me have spoken like two fools!" he cried, striking his hand
upon the wall so that the house rang again.
</p>
<p>
"Well, and that's true, too," said Alan; "and my friend from the Lowlands
here" (nodding at me) "gave me a good word upon that head, if I would only
have listened to him."
</p>
<p>
"But see here," said James, returning to his former manner, "if they lay
me by the heels, Alan, it's then that you'll be needing the money. For
with all that I have said and that you have said, it will look very black
against the two of us; do ye mark that? Well, follow me out, and ye'll,
I'll see that I'll have to get a paper out against ye mysel'; have to
offer a reward for ye; ay, will I! It's a sore thing to do between such
near friends; but if I get the dirdum* of this dreadful accident, I'll
have to fend for myself, man. Do ye see that?"
</p>
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* Blame.
</pre>
<p>
He spoke with a pleading earnestness, taking Alan by the breast of the
coat.
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said Alan, "I see that."
</p>
<p>
"And ye'll have to be clear of the country, Alan—ay, and clear of
Scotland—you and your friend from the Lowlands, too. For I'll have
to paper your friend from the Lowlands. Ye see that, Alan—say that
ye see that!"
</p>
<p>
I thought Alan flushed a bit. "This is unco hard on me that brought him
here, James," said he, throwing his head back. "It's like making me a
traitor!"
</p>
<p>
"Now, Alan, man!" cried James. "Look things in the face! He'll be papered
anyway; Mungo Campbell'll be sure to paper him; what matters if I paper
him too? And then, Alan, I am a man that has a family." And then, after a
little pause on both sides, "And, Alan, it'll be a jury of Campbells,"
said he.
</p>
<p>
"There's one thing," said Alan, musingly, "that naebody kens his name."
</p>
<p>
"Nor yet they shallnae, Alan! There's my hand on that," cried James, for
all the world as if he had really known my name and was foregoing some
advantage. "But just the habit he was in, and what he looked like, and his
age, and the like? I couldnae well do less."
</p>
<p>
"I wonder at your father's son," cried Alan, sternly. "Would ye sell the
lad with a gift? Would ye change his clothes and then betray him?"
</p>
<p>
"No, no, Alan," said James. "No, no: the habit he took off—the habit
Mungo saw him in." But I thought he seemed crestfallen; indeed, he was
clutching at every straw, and all the time, I dare say, saw the faces of
his hereditary foes on the bench, and in the jury-box, and the gallows in
the background.
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," says Alan, turning to me, "what say ye to that? Ye are here
under the safeguard of my honour; and it's my part to see nothing done but
what shall please you."
</p>
<p>
"I have but one word to say," said I; "for to all this dispute I am a
perfect stranger. But the plain common-sense is to set the blame where it
belongs, and that is on the man who fired the shot. Paper him, as ye call
it, set the hunt on him; and let honest, innocent folk show their faces in
safety." But at this both Alan and James cried out in horror; bidding me
hold my tongue, for that was not to be thought of; and asking me what the
Camerons would think? (which confirmed me, it must have been a Cameron
from Mamore that did the act) and if I did not see that the lad might be
caught? "Ye havenae surely thought of that?" said they, with such innocent
earnestness, that my hands dropped at my side and I despaired of argument.
</p>
<p>
"Very well, then," said I, "paper me, if you please, paper Alan, paper
King George! We're all three innocent, and that seems to be what's wanted.
But at least, sir," said I to James, recovering from my little fit of
annoyance, "I am Alan's friend, and if I can be helpful to friends of his,
I will not stumble at the risk."
</p>
<p>
I thought it best to put a fair face on my consent, for I saw Alan
troubled; and, besides (thinks I to myself), as soon as my back is turned,
they will paper me, as they call it, whether I consent or not. But in this
I saw I was wrong; for I had no sooner said the words, than Mrs. Stewart
leaped out of her chair, came running over to us, and wept first upon my
neck and then on Alan's, blessing God for our goodness to her family.
</p>
<p>
"As for you, Alan, it was no more than your bounden duty," she said. "But
for this lad that has come here and seen us at our worst, and seen the
goodman fleeching like a suitor, him that by rights should give his
commands like any king—as for you, my lad," she says, "my heart is
wae not to have your name, but I have your face; and as long as my heart
beats under my bosom, I will keep it, and think of it, and bless it." And
with that she kissed me, and burst once more into such sobbing, that I
stood abashed.
</p>
<p>
"Hoot, hoot," said Alan, looking mighty silly. "The day comes unco soon in
this month of July; and to-morrow there'll be a fine to-do in Appin, a
fine riding of dragoons, and crying of 'Cruachan!'* and running of
red-coats; and it behoves you and me to the sooner be gone."
</p>
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* The rallying-word of the Campbells.
</pre>
<p>
Thereupon we said farewell, and set out again, bending somewhat eastwards,
in a fine mild dark night, and over much the same broken country as
before.
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<h2>
CHAPTER XX
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<h3>
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE ROCKS
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ometimes we walked, sometimes ran; and as it drew on to morning, walked
ever the less and ran the more. Though, upon its face, that country
appeared to be a desert, yet there were huts and houses of the people, of
which we must have passed more than twenty, hidden in quiet places of the
hills. When we came to one of these, Alan would leave me in the way, and
go himself and rap upon the side of the house and speak awhile at the
window with some sleeper awakened. This was to pass the news; which, in
that country, was so much of a duty that Alan must pause to attend to it
even while fleeing for his life; and so well attended to by others, that
in more than half of the houses where we called they had heard already of
the murder. In the others, as well as I could make out (standing back at a
distance and hearing a strange tongue), the news was received with more of
consternation than surprise.
</p>
<p>
For all our hurry, day began to come in while we were still far from any
shelter. It found us in a prodigious valley, strewn with rocks and where
ran a foaming river. Wild mountains stood around it; there grew there
neither grass nor trees; and I have sometimes thought since then, that it
may have been the valley called Glencoe, where the massacre was in the
time of King William. But for the details of our itinerary, I am all to
seek; our way lying now by short cuts, now by great detours; our pace
being so hurried, our time of journeying usually by night; and the names
of such places as I asked and heard being in the Gaelic tongue and the
more easily forgotten.
</p>
<p>
The first peep of morning, then, showed us this horrible place, and I
could see Alan knit his brow.
</p>
<p>
"This is no fit place for you and me," he said. "This is a place they're
bound to watch."
</p>
<p>
And with that he ran harder than ever down to the water-side, in a part
where the river was split in two among three rocks. It went through with a
horrid thundering that made my belly quake; and there hung over the lynn a
little mist of spray. Alan looked neither to the right nor to the left,
but jumped clean upon the middle rock and fell there on his hands and
knees to check himself, for that rock was small and he might have pitched
over on the far side. I had scarce time to measure the distance or to
understand the peril before I had followed him, and he had caught and
stopped me.
</p>
<p>
So there we stood, side by side upon a small rock slippery with spray, a
far broader leap in front of us, and the river dinning upon all sides.
When I saw where I was, there came on me a deadly sickness of fear, and I
put my hand over my eyes. Alan took me and shook me; I saw he was
speaking, but the roaring of the falls and the trouble of my mind
prevented me from hearing; only I saw his face was red with anger, and
that he stamped upon the rock. The same look showed me the water raging
by, and the mist hanging in the air: and with that I covered my eyes again
and shuddered.
</p>
<p>
The next minute Alan had set the brandy bottle to my lips, and forced me
to drink about a gill, which sent the blood into my head again. Then,
putting his hands to his mouth, and his mouth to my ear, he shouted, "Hang
or drown!" and turning his back upon me, leaped over the farther branch of
the stream, and landed safe.
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<p>
I was now alone upon the rock, which gave me the more room; the brandy was
singing in my ears; I had this good example fresh before me, and just wit
enough to see that if I did not leap at once, I should never leap at all.
I bent low on my knees and flung myself forth, with that kind of anger of
despair that has sometimes stood me in stead of courage. Sure enough, it
was but my hands that reached the full length; these slipped, caught
again, slipped again; and I was sliddering back into the lynn, when Alan
seized me, first by the hair, then by the collar, and with a great strain
dragged me into safety.
</p>
<p>
Never a word he said, but set off running again for his life, and I must
stagger to my feet and run after him. I had been weary before, but now I
was sick and bruised, and partly drunken with the brandy; I kept stumbling
as I ran, I had a stitch that came near to overmaster me; and when at last
Alan paused under a great rock that stood there among a number of others,
it was none too soon for David Balfour.
</p>
<p>
A great rock I have said; but by rights it was two rocks leaning together
at the top, both some twenty feet high, and at the first sight
inaccessible. Even Alan (though you may say he had as good as four hands)
failed twice in an attempt to climb them; and it was only at the third
trial, and then by standing on my shoulders and leaping up with such force
as I thought must have broken my collar-bone, that he secured a lodgment.
Once there, he let down his leathern girdle; and with the aid of that and
a pair of shallow footholds in the rock, I scrambled up beside him.
</p>
<p>
Then I saw why we had come there; for the two rocks, being both somewhat
hollow on the top and sloping one to the other, made a kind of dish or
saucer, where as many as three or four men might have lain hidden.
</p>
<p>
All this while Alan had not said a word, and had run and climbed with such
a savage, silent frenzy of hurry, that I knew that he was in mortal fear
of some miscarriage. Even now we were on the rock he said nothing, nor so
much as relaxed the frowning look upon his face; but clapped flat down,
and keeping only one eye above the edge of our place of shelter scouted
all round the compass. The dawn had come quite clear; we could see the
stony sides of the valley, and its bottom, which was bestrewed with rocks,
and the river, which went from one side to another, and made white falls;
but nowhere the smoke of a house, nor any living creature but some eagles
screaming round a cliff.
</p>
<p>
Then at last Alan smiled.
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said he, "now we have a chance;" and then looking at me with some
amusement, "Ye're no very gleg* at the jumping," said he.
</p>
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* Brisk.
</pre>
<p>
At this I suppose I coloured with mortification, for he added at once,
"Hoots! small blame to ye! To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is
what makes the prettiest kind of a man. And then there was water there,
and water's a thing that dauntons even me. No, no," said Alan, "it's no
you that's to blame, it's me."
</p>
<p>
I asked him why.
</p>
<p>
"Why," said he, "I have proved myself a gomeral this night. For first of
all I take a wrong road, and that in my own country of Appin; so that the
day has caught us where we should never have been; and thanks to that, we
lie here in some danger and mair discomfort. And next (which is the worst
of the two, for a man that has been so much among the heather as myself) I
have come wanting a water-bottle, and here we lie for a long summer's day
with naething but neat spirit. Ye may think that a small matter; but
before it comes night, David, ye'll give me news of it."
</p>
<p>
I was anxious to redeem my character, and offered, if he would pour out
the brandy, to run down and fill the bottle at the river.
</p>
<p>
"I wouldnae waste the good spirit either," says he. "It's been a good
friend to you this night; or in my poor opinion, ye would still be cocking
on yon stone. And what's mair," says he, "ye may have observed (you that's
a man of so much penetration) that Alan Breck Stewart was perhaps walking
quicker than his ordinar'."
</p>
<p>
"You!" I cried, "you were running fit to burst."
</p>
<p>
"Was I so?" said he. "Well, then, ye may depend upon it, there was nae
time to be lost. And now here is enough said; gang you to your sleep, lad,
and I'll watch."
</p>
<p>
Accordingly, I lay down to sleep; a little peaty earth had drifted in
between the top of the two rocks, and some bracken grew there, to be a bed
to me; the last thing I heard was still the crying of the eagles.
</p>
<p>
I dare say it would be nine in the morning when I was roughly awakened,
and found Alan's hand pressed upon my mouth.
</p>
<p>
"Wheesht!" he whispered. "Ye were snoring."
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, surprised at his anxious and dark face, "and why not?"
</p>
<p>
He peered over the edge of the rock, and signed to me to do the like.
</p>
<p>
It was now high day, cloudless, and very hot. The valley was as clear as
in a picture. About half a mile up the water was a camp of red-coats; a
big fire blazed in their midst, at which some were cooking; and near by,
on the top of a rock about as high as ours, there stood a sentry, with the
sun sparkling on his arms. All the way down along the river-side were
posted other sentries; here near together, there widelier scattered; some
planted like the first, on places of command, some on the ground level and
marching and counter-marching, so as to meet half-way. Higher up the glen,
where the ground was more open, the chain of posts was continued by
horse-soldiers, whom we could see in the distance riding to and fro. Lower
down, the infantry continued; but as the stream was suddenly swelled by
the confluence of a considerable burn, they were more widely set, and only
watched the fords and stepping-stones.
</p>
<p>
I took but one look at them, and ducked again into my place. It was
strange indeed to see this valley, which had lain so solitary in the hour
of dawn, bristling with arms and dotted with the red coats and breeches.
</p>
<p>
"Ye see," said Alan, "this was what I was afraid of, Davie: that they
would watch the burn-side. They began to come in about two hours ago, and,
man! but ye're a grand hand at the sleeping! We're in a narrow place. If
they get up the sides of the hill, they could easy spy us with a glass;
but if they'll only keep in the foot of the valley, we'll do yet. The
posts are thinner down the water; and, come night, we'll try our hand at
getting by them."
</p>
<p>
"And what are we to do till night?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"Lie here," says he, "and birstle."
</p>
<p>
That one good Scotch word, "birstle," was indeed the most of the story of
the day that we had now to pass. You are to remember that we lay on the
bare top of a rock, like scones upon a girdle; the sun beat upon us
cruelly; the rock grew so heated, a man could scarce endure the touch of
it; and the little patch of earth and fern, which kept cooler, was only
large enough for one at a time. We took turn about to lie on the naked
rock, which was indeed like the position of that saint that was martyred
on a gridiron; and it ran in my mind how strange it was, that in the same
climate and at only a few days' distance, I should have suffered so
cruelly, first from cold upon my island and now from heat upon this rock.
</p>
<p>
All the while we had no water, only raw brandy for a drink, which was
worse than nothing; but we kept the bottle as cool as we could, burying it
in the earth, and got some relief by bathing our breasts and temples.
</p>
<p>
The soldiers kept stirring all day in the bottom of the valley, now
changing guard, now in patrolling parties hunting among the rocks. These
lay round in so great a number, that to look for men among them was like
looking for a needle in a bottle of hay; and being so hopeless a task, it
was gone about with the less care. Yet we could see the soldiers pike
their bayonets among the heather, which sent a cold thrill into my vitals;
and they would sometimes hang about our rock, so that we scarce dared to
breathe.
</p>
<p>
It was in this way that I first heard the right English speech; one fellow
as he went by actually clapping his hand upon the sunny face of the rock
on which we lay, and plucking it off again with an oath. "I tell you it's
'ot," says he; and I was amazed at the clipping tones and the odd
sing-song in which he spoke, and no less at that strange trick of dropping
out the letter "h." To be sure, I had heard Ransome; but he had taken his
ways from all sorts of people, and spoke so imperfectly at the best, that
I set down the most of it to childishness. My surprise was all the greater
to hear that manner of speaking in the mouth of a grown man; and indeed I
have never grown used to it; nor yet altogether with the English grammar,
as perhaps a very critical eye might here and there spy out even in these
memoirs.
</p>
<p>
The tediousness and pain of these hours upon the rock grew only the
greater as the day went on; the rock getting still the hotter and the sun
fiercer. There were giddiness, and sickness, and sharp pangs like
rheumatism, to be supported. I minded then, and have often minded since,
on the lines in our Scotch psalm:—
</p>
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"The moon by night thee shall not smite,
Nor yet the sun by day;"
</pre>
<p>
and indeed it was only by God's blessing that we were neither of us
sun-smitten.
</p>
<p>
At last, about two, it was beyond men's bearing, and there was now
temptation to resist, as well as pain to thole. For the sun being now got
a little into the west, there came a patch of shade on the east side of
our rock, which was the side sheltered from the soldiers.
</p>
<p>
"As well one death as another," said Alan, and slipped over the edge and
dropped on the ground on the shadowy side.
</p>
<p>
I followed him at once, and instantly fell all my length, so weak was I
and so giddy with that long exposure. Here, then, we lay for an hour or
two, aching from head to foot, as weak as water, and lying quite naked to
the eye of any soldier who should have strolled that way. None came,
however, all passing by on the other side; so that our rock continued to
be our shield even in this new position.
</p>
<p>
Presently we began again to get a little strength; and as the soldiers
were now lying closer along the river-side, Alan proposed that we should
try a start. I was by this time afraid of but one thing in the world; and
that was to be set back upon the rock; anything else was welcome to me; so
we got ourselves at once in marching order, and began to slip from rock to
rock one after the other, now crawling flat on our bellies in the shade,
now making a run for it, heart in mouth.
</p>
<p>
The soldiers, having searched this side of the valley after a fashion, and
being perhaps somewhat sleepy with the sultriness of the afternoon, had
now laid by much of their vigilance, and stood dozing at their posts or
only kept a look-out along the banks of the river; so that in this way,
keeping down the valley and at the same time towards the mountains, we
drew steadily away from their neighbourhood. But the business was the most
wearing I had ever taken part in. A man had need of a hundred eyes in
every part of him, to keep concealed in that uneven country and within cry
of so many and scattered sentries. When we must pass an open place,
quickness was not all, but a swift judgment not only of the lie of the
whole country, but of the solidity of every stone on which we must set
foot; for the afternoon was now fallen so breathless that the rolling of a
pebble sounded abroad like a pistol shot, and would start the echo calling
among the hills and cliffs.
</p>
<p>
By sundown we had made some distance, even by our slow rate of progress,
though to be sure the sentry on the rock was still plainly in our view.
But now we came on something that put all fears out of season; and that
was a deep rushing burn, that tore down, in that part, to join the glen
river. At the sight of this we cast ourselves on the ground and plunged
head and shoulders in the water; and I cannot tell which was the more
pleasant, the great shock as the cool stream went over us, or the greed
with which we drank of it.
</p>
<p>
We lay there (for the banks hid us), drank again and again, bathed our
chests, let our wrists trail in the running water till they ached with the
chill; and at last, being wonderfully renewed, we got out the meal-bag and
made drammach in the iron pan. This, though it is but cold water mingled
with oatmeal, yet makes a good enough dish for a hungry man; and where
there are no means of making fire, or (as in our case) good reason for not
making one, it is the chief stand-by of those who have taken to the
heather.
</p>
<p>
As soon as the shadow of the night had fallen, we set forth again, at
first with the same caution, but presently with more boldness, standing
our full height and stepping out at a good pace of walking. The way was
very intricate, lying up the steep sides of mountains and along the brows
of cliffs; clouds had come in with the sunset, and the night was dark and
cool; so that I walked without much fatigue, but in continual fear of
falling and rolling down the mountains, and with no guess at our
direction.
</p>
<p>
The moon rose at last and found us still on the road; it was in its last
quarter, and was long beset with clouds; but after awhile shone out and
showed me many dark heads of mountains, and was reflected far underneath
us on the narrow arm of a sea-loch.
</p>
<p>
At this sight we both paused: I struck with wonder to find myself so high
and walking (as it seemed to me) upon clouds; Alan to make sure of his
direction.
</p>
<p>
Seemingly he was well pleased, and he must certainly have judged us out of
ear-shot of all our enemies; for throughout the rest of our night-march he
beguiled the way with whistling of many tunes, warlike, merry, plaintive;
reel tunes that made the foot go faster; tunes of my own south country
that made me fain to be home from my adventures; and all these, on the
great, dark, desert mountains, making company upon the way.
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CHAPTER XXI
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<h3>
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE HEUGH OF CORRYNAKIEGH
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<p>
arly as day comes in the beginning of July, it was still dark when we
reached our destination, a cleft in the head of a great mountain, with a
water running through the midst, and upon the one hand a shallow cave in a
rock. Birches grew there in a thin, pretty wood, which a little farther on
was changed into a wood of pines. The burn was full of trout; the wood of
cushat-doves; on the open side of the mountain beyond, whaups would be
always whistling, and cuckoos were plentiful. From the mouth of the cleft
we looked down upon a part of Mamore, and on the sea-loch that divides
that country from Appin; and this from so great a height as made it my
continual wonder and pleasure to sit and behold them.
</p>
<p>
The name of the cleft was the Heugh of Corrynakiegh; and although from its
height and being so near upon the sea, it was often beset with clouds, yet
it was on the whole a pleasant place, and the five days we lived in it
went happily.
</p>
<p>
We slept in the cave, making our bed of heather bushes which we cut for
that purpose, and covering ourselves with Alan's great-coat. There was a
low concealed place, in a turning of the glen, where we were so bold as to
make fire: so that we could warm ourselves when the clouds set in, and
cook hot porridge, and grill the little trouts that we caught with our
hands under the stones and overhanging banks of the burn. This was indeed
our chief pleasure and business; and not only to save our meal against
worse times, but with a rivalry that much amused us, we spent a great part
of our days at the water-side, stripped to the waist and groping about or
(as they say) guddling for these fish. The largest we got might have been
a quarter of a pound; but they were of good flesh and flavour, and when
broiled upon the coals, lacked only a little salt to be delicious.
</p>
<p>
In any by-time Alan must teach me to use my sword, for my ignorance had
much distressed him; and I think besides, as I had sometimes the
upper-hand of him in the fishing, he was not sorry to turn to an exercise
where he had so much the upper-hand of me. He made it somewhat more of a
pain than need have been, for he stormed at me all through the lessons in
a very violent manner of scolding, and would push me so close that I made
sure he must run me through the body. I was often tempted to turn tail,
but held my ground for all that, and got some profit of my lessons; if it
was but to stand on guard with an assured countenance, which is often all
that is required. So, though I could never in the least please my master,
I was not altogether displeased with myself.
</p>
<p>
In the meanwhile, you are not to suppose that we neglected our chief
business, which was to get away.
</p>
<p>
"It will be many a long day," Alan said to me on our first morning,
"before the red-coats think upon seeking Corrynakiegh; so now we must get
word sent to James, and he must find the siller for us."
</p>
<p>
"And how shall we send that word?" says I. "We are here in a desert place,
which yet we dare not leave; and unless ye get the fowls of the air to be
your messengers, I see not what we shall be able to do."
</p>
<p>
"Ay?" said Alan. "Ye're a man of small contrivance, David."
</p>
<p>
Thereupon he fell in a muse, looking in the embers of the fire; and
presently, getting a piece of wood, he fashioned it in a cross, the four
ends of which he blackened on the coals. Then he looked at me a little
shyly.
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<p>
"Could ye lend me my button?" says he. "It seems a strange thing to ask a
gift again, but I own I am laith to cut another."
</p>
<p>
I gave him the button; whereupon he strung it on a strip of his great-coat
which he had used to bind the cross; and tying in a little sprig of birch
and another of fir, he looked upon his work with satisfaction.
</p>
<p>
"Now," said he, "there is a little clachan" (what is called a hamlet in
the English) "not very far from Corrynakiegh, and it has the name of
Koalisnacoan. There there are living many friends of mine whom I could
trust with my life, and some that I am no just so sure of. Ye see, David,
there will be money set upon our heads; James himsel' is to set money on
them; and as for the Campbells, they would never spare siller where there
was a Stewart to be hurt. If it was otherwise, I would go down to
Koalisnacoan whatever, and trust my life into these people's hands as
lightly as I would trust another with my glove."
</p>
<p>
"But being so?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Being so," said he, "I would as lief they didnae see me. There's bad folk
everywhere, and what's far worse, weak ones. So when it comes dark again,
I will steal down into that clachan, and set this that I have been making
in the window of a good friend of mine, John Breck Maccoll, a bouman* of
Appin's."
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<p>
"With all my heart," says I; "and if he finds it, what is he to think?"
</p>
<p>
"Well," says Alan, "I wish he was a man of more penetration, for by my
troth I am afraid he will make little enough of it! But this is what I
have in my mind. This cross is something in the nature of the crosstarrie,
or fiery cross, which is the signal of gathering in our clans; yet he will
know well enough the clan is not to rise, for there it is standing in his
window, and no word with it. So he will say to himsel', THE CLAN IS NOT TO
RISE, BUT THERE IS SOMETHING. Then he will see my button, and that was
Duncan Stewart's. And then he will say to himsel', THE SON OF DUNCAN IS IN
THE HEATHER, AND HAS NEED OF ME."
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "it may be. But even supposing so, there is a good deal of
heather between here and the Forth."
</p>
<p>
"And that is a very true word," says Alan. "But then John Breck will see
the sprig of birch and the sprig of pine; and he will say to himsel' (if
he is a man of any penetration at all, which I misdoubt), ALAN WILL BE
LYING IN A WOOD WHICH IS BOTH OF PINES AND BIRCHES. Then he will think to
himsel', THAT IS NOT SO VERY RIFE HEREABOUT; and then he will come and
give us a look up in Corrynakiegh. And if he does not, David, the devil
may fly away with him, for what I care; for he will no be worth the salt
to his porridge."
</p>
<p>
"Eh, man," said I, drolling with him a little, "you're very ingenious! But
would it not be simpler for you to write him a few words in black and
white?"
</p>
<p>
"And that is an excellent observe, Mr. Balfour of Shaws," says Alan,
drolling with me; "and it would certainly be much simpler for me to write
to him, but it would be a sore job for John Breck to read it. He would
have to go to the school for two-three years; and it's possible we might
be wearied waiting on him."
</p>
<p>
So that night Alan carried down his fiery cross and set it in the bouman's
window. He was troubled when he came back; for the dogs had barked and the
folk run out from their houses; and he thought he had heard a clatter of
arms and seen a red-coat come to one of the doors. On all accounts we lay
the next day in the borders of the wood and kept a close look-out, so that
if it was John Breck that came we might be ready to guide him, and if it
was the red-coats we should have time to get away.
</p>
<p>
About noon a man was to be spied, straggling up the open side of the
mountain in the sun, and looking round him as he came, from under his
hand. No sooner had Alan seen him than he whistled; the man turned and
came a little towards us: then Alan would give another "peep!" and the man
would come still nearer; and so by the sound of whistling, he was guided
to the spot where we lay.
</p>
<p>
He was a ragged, wild, bearded man, about forty, grossly disfigured with
the small pox, and looked both dull and savage. Although his English was
very bad and broken, yet Alan (according to his very handsome use,
whenever I was by) would suffer him to speak no Gaelic. Perhaps the
strange language made him appear more backward than he really was; but I
thought he had little good-will to serve us, and what he had was the child
of terror.
</p>
<p>
Alan would have had him carry a message to James; but the bouman would
hear of no message. "She was forget it," he said in his screaming voice;
and would either have a letter or wash his hands of us.
</p>
<p>
I thought Alan would be gravelled at that, for we lacked the means of
writing in that desert.
</p>
<p>
But he was a man of more resources than I knew; searched the wood until he
found the quill of a cushat-dove, which he shaped into a pen; made himself
a kind of ink with gunpowder from his horn and water from the running
stream; and tearing a corner from his French military commission (which he
carried in his pocket, like a talisman to keep him from the gallows), he
sat down and wrote as follows:
</p>
<p>
"DEAR KINSMAN,—Please send the money by the bearer to the place he
kens of.
</p>
<p>
"Your affectionate cousin,
</p>
<p>
"A. S."
</p>
<p>
This he intrusted to the bouman, who promised to make what manner of speed
he best could, and carried it off with him down the hill.
</p>
<p>
He was three full days gone, but about five in the evening of the third,
we heard a whistling in the wood, which Alan answered; and presently the
bouman came up the water-side, looking for us, right and left. He seemed
less sulky than before, and indeed he was no doubt well pleased to have
got to the end of such a dangerous commission.
</p>
<p>
He gave us the news of the country; that it was alive with red-coats; that
arms were being found, and poor folk brought in trouble daily; and that
James and some of his servants were already clapped in prison at Fort
William, under strong suspicion of complicity. It seemed it was noised on
all sides that Alan Breck had fired the shot; and there was a bill issued
for both him and me, with one hundred pounds reward.
</p>
<p>
This was all as bad as could be; and the little note the bouman had
carried us from Mrs. Stewart was of a miserable sadness. In it she
besought Alan not to let himself be captured, assuring him, if he fell in
the hands of the troops, both he and James were no better than dead men.
The money she had sent was all that she could beg or borrow, and she
prayed heaven we could be doing with it. Lastly, she said, she enclosed us
one of the bills in which we were described.
</p>
<p>
This we looked upon with great curiosity and not a little fear, partly as
a man may look in a mirror, partly as he might look into the barrel of an
enemy's gun to judge if it be truly aimed. Alan was advertised as "a
small, pock-marked, active man of thirty-five or thereby, dressed in a
feathered hat, a French side-coat of blue with silver buttons, and lace a
great deal tarnished, a red waistcoat and breeches of black, shag;" and I
as "a tall strong lad of about eighteen, wearing an old blue coat, very
ragged, an old Highland bonnet, a long homespun waistcoat, blue breeches;
his legs bare, low-country shoes, wanting the toes; speaks like a
Lowlander, and has no beard."
</p>
<p>
Alan was well enough pleased to see his finery so fully remembered and set
down; only when he came to the word tarnish, he looked upon his lace like
one a little mortified. As for myself, I thought I cut a miserable figure
in the bill; and yet was well enough pleased too, for since I had changed
these rags, the description had ceased to be a danger and become a source
of safety.
</p>
<p>
"Alan," said I, "you should change your clothes."
</p>
<p>
"Na, troth!" said Alan, "I have nae others. A fine sight I would be, if I
went back to France in a bonnet!"
</p>
<p>
This put a second reflection in my mind: that if I were to separate from
Alan and his tell-tale clothes I should be safe against arrest, and might
go openly about my business. Nor was this all; for suppose I was arrested
when I was alone, there was little against me; but suppose I was taken in
company with the reputed murderer, my case would begin to be grave. For
generosity's sake I dare not speak my mind upon this head; but I thought
of it none the less.
</p>
<p>
I thought of it all the more, too, when the bouman brought out a green
purse with four guineas in gold, and the best part of another in small
change. True, it was more than I had. But then Alan, with less than five
guineas, had to get as far as France; I, with my less than two, not beyond
Queensferry; so that taking things in their proportion, Alan's society was
not only a peril to my life, but a burden on my purse.
</p>
<p>
But there was no thought of the sort in the honest head of my companion.
He believed he was serving, helping, and protecting me. And what could I
do but hold my peace, and chafe, and take my chance of it?
</p>
<p>
"It's little enough," said Alan, putting the purse in his pocket, "but
it'll do my business. And now, John Breck, if ye will hand me over my
button, this gentleman and me will be for taking the road."
</p>
<p>
But the bouman, after feeling about in a hairy purse that hung in front of
him in the Highland manner (though he wore otherwise the Lowland habit,
with sea-trousers), began to roll his eyes strangely, and at last said,
"Her nainsel will loss it," meaning he thought he had lost it.
</p>
<p>
"What!" cried Alan, "you will lose my button, that was my father's before
me? Now I will tell you what is in my mind, John Breck: it is in my mind
this is the worst day's work that ever ye did since ye was born."
</p>
<p>
And as Alan spoke, he set his hands on his knees and looked at the bouman
with a smiling mouth, and that dancing light in his eyes that meant
mischief to his enemies.
</p>
<p>
Perhaps the bouman was honest enough; perhaps he had meant to cheat and
then, finding himself alone with two of us in a desert place, cast back to
honesty as being safer; at least, and all at once, he seemed to find that
button and handed it to Alan.
</p>
<p>
"Well, and it is a good thing for the honour of the Maccolls," said Alan,
and then to me, "Here is my button back again, and I thank you for parting
with it, which is of a piece with all your friendships to me." Then he
took the warmest parting of the bouman. "For," says he, "ye have done very
well by me, and set your neck at a venture, and I will always give you the
name of a good man."
</p>
<p>
Lastly, the bouman took himself off by one way; and Alan and I (getting
our chattels together) struck into another to resume our flight.
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<h2>
CHAPTER XXII
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<h3>
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE MOOR
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ome seven hours' incessant, hard travelling brought us early in the
morning to the end of a range of mountains. In front of us there lay a
piece of low, broken, desert land, which we must now cross. The sun was
not long up, and shone straight in our eyes; a little, thin mist went up
from the face of the moorland like a smoke; so that (as Alan said) there
might have been twenty squadron of dragoons there and we none the wiser.
</p>
<p>
We sat down, therefore, in a howe of the hill-side till the mist should
have risen, and made ourselves a dish of drammach, and held a council of
war.
</p>
<p>
"David," said Alan, "this is the kittle bit. Shall we lie here till it
comes night, or shall we risk it, and stave on ahead?"
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "I am tired indeed, but I could walk as far again, if that
was all."
</p>
<p>
"Ay, but it isnae," said Alan, "nor yet the half. This is how we stand:
Appin's fair death to us. To the south it's all Campbells, and no to be
thought of. To the north; well, there's no muckle to be gained by going
north; neither for you, that wants to get to Queensferry, nor yet for me,
that wants to get to France. Well, then, we'll can strike east."
</p>
<p>
"East be it!" says I, quite cheerily; but I was thinking in to myself: "O,
man, if you would only take one point of the compass and let me take any
other, it would be the best for both of us."
</p>
<p>
"Well, then, east, ye see, we have the muirs," said Alan. "Once there,
David, it's mere pitch-and-toss. Out on yon bald, naked, flat place, where
can a body turn to? Let the red-coats come over a hill, they can spy you
miles away; and the sorrow's in their horses' heels, they would soon ride
you down. It's no good place, David; and I'm free to say, it's worse by
daylight than by dark."
</p>
<p>
"Alan," said I, "hear my way of it. Appin's death for us; we have none too
much money, nor yet meal; the longer they seek, the nearer they may guess
where we are; it's all a risk; and I give my word to go ahead until we
drop."
</p>
<p>
Alan was delighted. "There are whiles," said he, "when ye are altogether
too canny and Whiggish to be company for a gentleman like me; but there
come other whiles when ye show yoursel' a mettle spark; and it's then,
David, that I love ye like a brother."
</p>
<p>
The mist rose and died away, and showed us that country lying as waste as
the sea; only the moorfowl and the pewees crying upon it, and far over to
the east, a herd of deer, moving like dots. Much of it was red with
heather; much of the rest broken up with bogs and hags and peaty pools;
some had been burnt black in a heath fire; and in another place there was
quite a forest of dead firs, standing like skeletons. A wearier-looking
desert man never saw; but at least it was clear of troops, which was our
point.
</p>
<p>
We went down accordingly into the waste, and began to make our toilsome
and devious travel towards the eastern verge. There were the tops of
mountains all round (you are to remember) from whence we might be spied at
any moment; so it behoved us to keep in the hollow parts of the moor, and
when these turned aside from our direction to move upon its naked face
with infinite care. Sometimes, for half an hour together, we must crawl
from one heather bush to another, as hunters do when they are hard upon
the deer. It was a clear day again, with a blazing sun; the water in the
brandy bottle was soon gone; and altogether, if I had guessed what it
would be to crawl half the time upon my belly and to walk much of the rest
stooping nearly to the knees, I should certainly have held back from such
a killing enterprise.
</p>
<p>
Toiling and resting and toiling again, we wore away the morning; and about
noon lay down in a thick bush of heather to sleep. Alan took the first
watch; and it seemed to me I had scarce closed my eyes before I was shaken
up to take the second. We had no clock to go by; and Alan stuck a sprig of
heath in the ground to serve instead; so that as soon as the shadow of the
bush should fall so far to the east, I might know to rouse him. But I was
by this time so weary that I could have slept twelve hours at a stretch; I
had the taste of sleep in my throat; my joints slept even when my mind was
waking; the hot smell of the heather, and the drone of the wild bees, were
like possets to me; and every now and again I would give a jump and find I
had been dozing.
</p>
<p>
The last time I woke I seemed to come back from farther away, and thought
the sun had taken a great start in the heavens. I looked at the sprig of
heath, and at that I could have cried aloud: for I saw I had betrayed my
trust. My head was nearly turned with fear and shame; and at what I saw,
when I looked out around me on the moor, my heart was like dying in my
body. For sure enough, a body of horse-soldiers had come down during my
sleep, and were drawing near to us from the south-east, spread out in the
shape of a fan and riding their horses to and fro in the deep parts of the
heather.
</p>
<p>
When I waked Alan, he glanced first at the soldiers, then at the mark and
the position of the sun, and knitted his brows with a sudden, quick look,
both ugly and anxious, which was all the reproach I had of him.
</p>
<p>
"What are we to do now?" I asked.
</p>
<p>
"We'll have to play at being hares," said he. "Do ye see yon mountain?"
pointing to one on the north-eastern sky.
</p>
<p>
"Ay," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Well, then," says he, "let us strike for that. Its name is Ben Alder. it
is a wild, desert mountain full of hills and hollows, and if we can win to
it before the morn, we may do yet."
</p>
<p>
"But, Alan," cried I, "that will take us across the very coming of the
soldiers!"
</p>
<p>
"I ken that fine," said he; "but if we are driven back on Appin, we are
two dead men. So now, David man, be brisk!"
</p>
<p>
With that he began to run forward on his hands and knees with an
incredible quickness, as though it were his natural way of going. All the
time, too, he kept winding in and out in the lower parts of the moorland
where we were the best concealed. Some of these had been burned or at
least scathed with fire; and there rose in our faces (which were close to
the ground) a blinding, choking dust as fine as smoke. The water was long
out; and this posture of running on the hands and knees brings an
overmastering weakness and weariness, so that the joints ache and the
wrists faint under your weight.
</p>
<p>
Now and then, indeed, where was a big bush of heather, we lay awhile, and
panted, and putting aside the leaves, looked back at the dragoons. They
had not spied us, for they held straight on; a half-troop, I think,
covering about two miles of ground, and beating it mighty thoroughly as
they went. I had awakened just in time; a little later, and we must have
fled in front of them, instead of escaping on one side. Even as it was,
the least misfortune might betray us; and now and again, when a grouse
rose out of the heather with a clap of wings, we lay as still as the dead
and were afraid to breathe.
</p>
<p>
The aching and faintness of my body, the labouring of my heart, the
soreness of my hands, and the smarting of my throat and eyes in the
continual smoke of dust and ashes, had soon grown to be so unbearable that
I would gladly have given up. Nothing but the fear of Alan lent me enough
of a false kind of courage to continue. As for himself (and you are to
bear in mind that he was cumbered with a great-coat) he had first turned
crimson, but as time went on the redness began to be mingled with patches
of white; his breath cried and whistled as it came; and his voice, when he
whispered his observations in my ear during our halts, sounded like
nothing human. Yet he seemed in no way dashed in spirits, nor did he at
all abate in his activity, so that I was driven to marvel at the man's
endurance.
</p>
<p>
At length, in the first gloaming of the night, we heard a trumpet sound,
and looking back from among the heather, saw the troop beginning to
collect. A little after, they had built a fire and camped for the night,
about the middle of the waste.
</p>
<p>
At this I begged and besought that we might lie down and sleep.
</p>
<p>
"There shall be no sleep the night!" said Alan. "From now on, these weary
dragoons of yours will keep the crown of the muirland, and none will get
out of Appin but winged fowls. We got through in the nick of time, and
shall we jeopard what we've gained? Na, na, when the day comes, it shall
find you and me in a fast place on Ben Alder."
</p>
<p>
"Alan," I said, "it's not the want of will: it's the strength that I want.
If I could, I would; but as sure as I'm alive I cannot."
</p>
<p>
"Very well, then," said Alan. "I'll carry ye."
</p>
<p>
I looked to see if he were jesting; but no, the little man was in dead
earnest; and the sight of so much resolution shamed me.
</p>
<p>
"Lead away!" said I. "I'll follow."
</p>
<p>
He gave me one look as much as to say, "Well done, David!" and off he set
again at his top speed.
</p>
<p>
It grew cooler and even a little darker (but not much) with the coming of
the night. The sky was cloudless; it was still early in July, and pretty
far north; in the darkest part of that night, you would have needed pretty
good eyes to read, but for all that, I have often seen it darker in a
winter mid-day. Heavy dew fell and drenched the moor like rain; and this
refreshed me for a while. When we stopped to breathe, and I had time to
see all about me, the clearness and sweetness of the night, the shapes of
the hills like things asleep, and the fire dwindling away behind us, like
a bright spot in the midst of the moor, anger would come upon me in a clap
that I must still drag myself in agony and eat the dust like a worm.
</p>
<p>
By what I have read in books, I think few that have held a pen were ever
really wearied, or they would write of it more strongly. I had no care of
my life, neither past nor future, and I scarce remembered there was such a
lad as David Balfour. I did not think of myself, but just of each fresh
step which I was sure would be my last, with despair—and of Alan,
who was the cause of it, with hatred. Alan was in the right trade as a
soldier; this is the officer's part to make men continue to do things,
they know not wherefore, and when, if the choice was offered, they would
lie down where they were and be killed. And I dare say I would have made a
good enough private; for in these last hours it never occurred to me that
I had any choice but just to obey as long as I was able, and die obeying.
</p>
<p>
Day began to come in, after years, I thought; and by that time we were
past the greatest danger, and could walk upon our feet like men, instead
of crawling like brutes. But, dear heart have mercy! what a pair we must
have made, going double like old grandfathers, stumbling like babes, and
as white as dead folk. Never a word passed between us; each set his mouth
and kept his eyes in front of him, and lifted up his foot and set it down
again, like people lifting weights at a country play;* all the while, with
the moorfowl crying "peep!" in the heather, and the light coming slowly
clearer in the east.
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I say Alan did as I did. Not that ever I looked at him, for I had enough
ado to keep my feet; but because it is plain he must have been as stupid
with weariness as myself, and looked as little where we were going, or we
should not have walked into an ambush like blind men.
</p>
<p>
It fell in this way. We were going down a heathery brae, Alan leading and
I following a pace or two behind, like a fiddler and his wife; when upon a
sudden the heather gave a rustle, three or four ragged men leaped out, and
the next moment we were lying on our backs, each with a dirk at his
throat.
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I don't think I cared; the pain of this rough handling was quite swallowed
up by the pains of which I was already full; and I was too glad to have
stopped walking to mind about a dirk. I lay looking up in the face of the
man that held me; and I mind his face was black with the sun, and his eyes
very light, but I was not afraid of him. I heard Alan and another
whispering in the Gaelic; and what they said was all one to me.
</p>
<p>
Then the dirks were put up, our weapons were taken away, and we were set
face to face, sitting in the heather.
</p>
<p>
"They are Cluny's men," said Alan. "We couldnae have fallen better. We're
just to bide here with these, which are his out-sentries, till they can
get word to the chief of my arrival."
</p>
<p>
Now Cluny Macpherson, the chief of the clan Vourich, had been one of the
leaders of the great rebellion six years before; there was a price on his
life; and I had supposed him long ago in France, with the rest of the
heads of that desperate party. Even tired as I was, the surprise of what I
heard half wakened me.
</p>
<p>
"What," I cried, "is Cluny still here?"
</p>
<p>
"Ay, is he so!" said Alan. "Still in his own country and kept by his own
clan. King George can do no more."
</p>
<p>
I think I would have asked farther, but Alan gave me the put-off. "I am
rather wearied," he said, "and I would like fine to get a sleep." And
without more words, he rolled on his face in a deep heather bush, and
seemed to sleep at once.
</p>
<p>
There was no such thing possible for me. You have heard grasshoppers
whirring in the grass in the summer time? Well, I had no sooner closed my
eyes, than my body, and above all my head, belly, and wrists, seemed to be
filled with whirring grasshoppers; and I must open my eyes again at once,
and tumble and toss, and sit up and lie down; and look at the sky which
dazzled me, or at Cluny's wild and dirty sentries, peering out over the
top of the brae and chattering to each other in the Gaelic.
</p>
<p>
That was all the rest I had, until the messenger returned; when, as it
appeared that Cluny would be glad to receive us, we must get once more
upon our feet and set forward. Alan was in excellent good spirits, much
refreshed by his sleep, very hungry, and looking pleasantly forward to a
dram and a dish of hot collops, of which, it seems, the messenger had
brought him word. For my part, it made me sick to hear of eating. I had
been dead-heavy before, and now I felt a kind of dreadful lightness, which
would not suffer me to walk. I drifted like a gossamer; the ground seemed
to me a cloud, the hills a feather-weight, the air to have a current, like
a running burn, which carried me to and fro. With all that, a sort of
horror of despair sat on my mind, so that I could have wept at my own
helplessness.
</p>
<p>
I saw Alan knitting his brows at me, and supposed it was in anger; and
that gave me a pang of light-headed fear, like what a child may have. I
remember, too, that I was smiling, and could not stop smiling, hard as I
tried; for I thought it was out of place at such a time. But my good
companion had nothing in his mind but kindness; and the next moment, two
of the gillies had me by the arms, and I began to be carried forward with
great swiftness (or so it appeared to me, although I dare say it was
slowly enough in truth), through a labyrinth of dreary glens and hollows
and into the heart of that dismal mountain of Ben Alder.
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CHAPTER XXIII
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<h3>
CLUNY'S CAGE
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e came at last to the foot of an exceeding steep wood, which scrambled up
a craggy hillside, and was crowned by a naked precipice.
</p>
<p>
"It's here," said one of the guides, and we struck up hill.
</p>
<p>
The trees clung upon the slope, like sailors on the shrouds of a ship, and
their trunks were like the rounds of a ladder, by which we mounted.
</p>
<p>
Quite at the top, and just before the rocky face of the cliff sprang above
the foliage, we found that strange house which was known in the country as
"Cluny's Cage." The trunks of several trees had been wattled across, the
intervals strengthened with stakes, and the ground behind this barricade
levelled up with earth to make the floor. A tree, which grew out from the
hillside, was the living centre-beam of the roof. The walls were of wattle
and covered with moss. The whole house had something of an egg shape; and
it half hung, half stood in that steep, hillside thicket, like a wasp's
nest in a green hawthorn.
</p>
<p>
Within, it was large enough to shelter five or six persons with some
comfort. A projection of the cliff had been cunningly employed to be the
fireplace; and the smoke rising against the face of the rock, and being
not dissimilar in colour, readily escaped notice from below.
</p>
<p>
This was but one of Cluny's hiding-places; he had caves, besides, and
underground chambers in several parts of his country; and following the
reports of his scouts, he moved from one to another as the soldiers drew
near or moved away. By this manner of living, and thanks to the affection
of his clan, he had not only stayed all this time in safety, while so many
others had fled or been taken and slain: but stayed four or five years
longer, and only went to France at last by the express command of his
master. There he soon died; and it is strange to reflect that he may have
regretted his Cage upon Ben Alder.
</p>
<p>
When we came to the door he was seated by his rock chimney, watching a
gillie about some cookery. He was mighty plainly habited, with a knitted
nightcap drawn over his ears, and smoked a foul cutty pipe. For all that
he had the manners of a king, and it was quite a sight to see him rise out
of his place to welcome us.
</p>
<p>
"Well, Mr. Stewart, come awa', sir!" said he, "and bring in your friend
that as yet I dinna ken the name of."
</p>
<p>
"And how is yourself, Cluny?" said Alan. "I hope ye do brawly, sir. And I
am proud to see ye, and to present to ye my friend the Laird of Shaws, Mr.
David Balfour."
</p>
<p>
Alan never referred to my estate without a touch of a sneer, when we were
alone; but with strangers, he rang the words out like a herald.
</p>
<p>
"Step in by, the both of ye, gentlemen," says Cluny. "I make ye welcome to
my house, which is a queer, rude place for certain, but one where I have
entertained a royal personage, Mr. Stewart—ye doubtless ken the
personage I have in my eye. We'll take a dram for luck, and as soon as
this handless man of mine has the collops ready, we'll dine and take a
hand at the cartes as gentlemen should. My life is a bit driegh," says he,
pouring out the brandy; "I see little company, and sit and twirl my
thumbs, and mind upon a great day that is gone by, and weary for another
great day that we all hope will be upon the road. And so here's a toast to
ye: The Restoration!"
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<p>
Thereupon we all touched glasses and drank. I am sure I wished no ill to
King George; and if he had been there himself in proper person, it's like
he would have done as I did. No sooner had I taken out the drain than I
felt hugely better, and could look on and listen, still a little mistily
perhaps, but no longer with the same groundless horror and distress of
mind.
</p>
<p>
It was certainly a strange place, and we had a strange host. In his long
hiding, Cluny had grown to have all manner of precise habits, like those
of an old maid. He had a particular place, where no one else must sit; the
Cage was arranged in a particular way, which none must disturb; cookery
was one of his chief fancies, and even while he was greeting us in, he
kept an eye to the collops.
</p>
<p>
It appears, he sometimes visited or received visits from his wife and one
or two of his nearest friends, under the cover of night; but for the more
part lived quite alone, and communicated only with his sentinels and the
gillies that waited on him in the Cage. The first thing in the morning,
one of them, who was a barber, came and shaved him, and gave him the news
of the country, of which he was immoderately greedy. There was no end to
his questions; he put them as earnestly as a child; and at some of the
answers, laughed out of all bounds of reason, and would break out again
laughing at the mere memory, hours after the barber was gone.
</p>
<p>
To be sure, there might have been a purpose in his questions; for though
he was thus sequestered, and like the other landed gentlemen of Scotland,
stripped by the late Act of Parliament of legal powers, he still exercised
a patriarchal justice in his clan. Disputes were brought to him in his
hiding-hole to be decided; and the men of his country, who would have
snapped their fingers at the Court of Session, laid aside revenge and paid
down money at the bare word of this forfeited and hunted outlaw. When he
was angered, which was often enough, he gave his commands and breathed
threats of punishment like any king; and his gillies trembled and crouched
away from him like children before a hasty father. With each of them, as
he entered, he ceremoniously shook hands, both parties touching their
bonnets at the same time in a military manner. Altogether, I had a fair
chance to see some of the inner workings of a Highland clan; and this with
a proscribed, fugitive chief; his country conquered; the troops riding
upon all sides in quest of him, sometimes within a mile of where he lay;
and when the least of the ragged fellows whom he rated and threatened,
could have made a fortune by betraying him.
</p>
<p>
On that first day, as soon as the collops were ready, Cluny gave them with
his own hand a squeeze of a lemon (for he was well supplied with luxuries)
and bade us draw in to our meal.
</p>
<p>
"They," said he, meaning the collops, "are such as I gave his Royal
Highness in this very house; bating the lemon juice, for at that time we
were glad to get the meat and never fashed for kitchen.* Indeed, there
were mair dragoons than lemons in my country in the year forty-six."
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<p>
I do not know if the collops were truly very good, but my heart rose
against the sight of them, and I could eat but little. All the while Cluny
entertained us with stories of Prince Charlie's stay in the Cage, giving
us the very words of the speakers, and rising from his place to show us
where they stood. By these, I gathered the Prince was a gracious, spirited
boy, like the son of a race of polite kings, but not so wise as Solomon. I
gathered, too, that while he was in the Cage, he was often drunk; so the
fault that has since, by all accounts, made such a wreck of him, had even
then begun to show itself.
</p>
<p>
We were no sooner done eating than Cluny brought out an old, thumbed,
greasy pack of cards, such as you may find in a mean inn; and his eyes
brightened in his face as he proposed that we should fall to playing.
</p>
<p>
Now this was one of the things I had been brought up to eschew like
disgrace; it being held by my father neither the part of a Christian nor
yet of a gentleman to set his own livelihood and fish for that of others,
on the cast of painted pasteboard. To be sure, I might have pleaded my
fatigue, which was excuse enough; but I thought it behoved that I should
bear a testimony. I must have got very red in the face, but I spoke
steadily, and told them I had no call to be a judge of others, but for my
own part, it was a matter in which I had no clearness.
</p>
<p>
Cluny stopped mingling the cards. "What in deil's name is this?" says he.
"What kind of Whiggish, canting talk is this, for the house of Cluny
Macpherson?"
</p>
<p>
"I will put my hand in the fire for Mr. Balfour," says Alan. "He is an
honest and a mettle gentleman, and I would have ye bear in mind who says
it. I bear a king's name," says he, cocking his hat; "and I and any that I
call friend are company for the best. But the gentleman is tired, and
should sleep; if he has no mind to the cartes, it will never hinder you
and me. And I'm fit and willing, sir, to play ye any game that ye can
name."
</p>
<p>
"Sir," says Cluny, "in this poor house of mine I would have you to ken
that any gentleman may follow his pleasure. If your friend would like to
stand on his head, he is welcome. And if either he, or you, or any other
man, is not preceesely satisfied, I will be proud to step outside with
him."
</p>
<p>
I had no will that these two friends should cut their throats for my sake.
</p>
<p>
"Sir," said I, "I am very wearied, as Alan says; and what's more, as you
are a man that likely has sons of your own, I may tell you it was a
promise to my father."
</p>
<p>
"Say nae mair, say nae mair," said Cluny, and pointed me to a bed of
heather in a corner of the Cage. For all that he was displeased enough,
looked at me askance, and grumbled when he looked. And indeed it must be
owned that both my scruples and the words in which I declared them,
smacked somewhat of the Covenanter, and were little in their place among
wild Highland Jacobites.
</p>
<p>
What with the brandy and the venison, a strange heaviness had come over
me; and I had scarce lain down upon the bed before I fell into a kind of
trance, in which I continued almost the whole time of our stay in the
Cage. Sometimes I was broad awake and understood what passed; sometimes I
only heard voices, or men snoring, like the voice of a silly river; and
the plaids upon the wall dwindled down and swelled out again, like
firelight shadows on the roof. I must sometimes have spoken or cried out,
for I remember I was now and then amazed at being answered; yet I was
conscious of no particular nightmare, only of a general, black, abiding
horror—a horror of the place I was in, and the bed I lay in, and the
plaids on the wall, and the voices, and the fire, and myself.
</p>
<p>
The barber-gillie, who was a doctor too, was called in to prescribe for
me; but as he spoke in the Gaelic, I understood not a word of his opinion,
and was too sick even to ask for a translation. I knew well enough I was
ill, and that was all I cared about.
</p>
<p>
I paid little heed while I lay in this poor pass. But Alan and Cluny were
most of the time at the cards, and I am clear that Alan must have begun by
winning; for I remember sitting up, and seeing them hard at it, and a
great glittering pile of as much as sixty or a hundred guineas on the
table. It looked strange enough, to see all this wealth in a nest upon a
cliff-side, wattled about growing trees. And even then, I thought it
seemed deep water for Alan to be riding, who had no better battle-horse
than a green purse and a matter of five pounds.
</p>
<p>
The luck, it seems, changed on the second day. About noon I was wakened as
usual for dinner, and as usual refused to eat, and was given a dram with
some bitter infusion which the barber had prescribed. The sun was shining
in at the open door of the Cage, and this dazzled and offended me. Cluny
sat at the table, biting the pack of cards. Alan had stooped over the bed,
and had his face close to my eyes; to which, troubled as they were with
the fever, it seemed of the most shocking bigness.
</p>
<p>
He asked me for a loan of my money.
</p>
<p>
"What for?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"O, just for a loan," said he.
</p>
<p>
"But why?" I repeated. "I don't see."
</p>
<p>
"Hut, David!" said Alan, "ye wouldnae grudge me a loan?"
</p>
<p>
I would, though, if I had had my senses! But all I thought of then was to
get his face away, and I handed him my money.
</p>
<p>
On the morning of the third day, when we had been forty-eight hours in the
Cage, I awoke with a great relief of spirits, very weak and weary indeed,
but seeing things of the right size and with their honest, everyday
appearance. I had a mind to eat, moreover, rose from bed of my own
movement, and as soon as we had breakfasted, stepped to the entry of the
Cage and sat down outside in the top of the wood. It was a grey day with a
cool, mild air: and I sat in a dream all morning, only disturbed by the
passing by of Cluny's scouts and servants coming with provisions and
reports; for as the coast was at that time clear, you might almost say he
held court openly.
</p>
<p>
When I returned, he and Alan had laid the cards aside, and were
questioning a gillie; and the chief turned about and spoke to me in the
Gaelic.
</p>
<p>
"I have no Gaelic, sir," said I.
</p>
<p>
Now since the card question, everything I said or did had the power of
annoying Cluny. "Your name has more sense than yourself, then," said he
angrily, "for it's good Gaelic. But the point is this. My scout reports
all clear in the south, and the question is, have ye the strength to go?"
</p>
<p>
I saw cards on the table, but no gold; only a heap of little written
papers, and these all on Cluny's side. Alan, besides, had an odd look,
like a man not very well content; and I began to have a strong misgiving.
</p>
<p>
"I do not know if I am as well as I should be," said I, looking at Alan;
"but the little money we have has a long way to carry us."
</p>
<p>
Alan took his under-lip into his mouth, and looked upon the ground.
</p>
<p>
"David," says he at last, "I've lost it; there's the naked truth."
</p>
<p>
"My money too?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Your money too," says Alan, with a groan. "Ye shouldnae have given it me.
I'm daft when I get to the cartes."
</p>
<p>
"Hoot-toot! hoot-toot!" said Cluny. "It was all daffing; it's all
nonsense. Of course you'll have your money back again, and the double of
it, if ye'll make so free with me. It would be a singular thing for me to
keep it. It's not to be supposed that I would be any hindrance to
gentlemen in your situation; that would be a singular thing!" cries he,
and began to pull gold out of his pocket with a mighty red face.
</p>
<p>
Alan said nothing, only looked on the ground.
</p>
<p>
"Will you step to the door with me, sir?" said I.
</p>
<p>
Cluny said he would be very glad, and followed me readily enough, but he
looked flustered and put out.
</p>
<p>
"And now, sir," says I, "I must first acknowledge your generosity."
</p>
<p>
"Nonsensical nonsense!" cries Cluny. "Where's the generosity? This is just
a most unfortunate affair; but what would ye have me do—boxed up in
this bee-skep of a cage of mine—but just set my friends to the
cartes, when I can get them? And if they lose, of course, it's not to be
supposed——" And here he came to a pause.
</p>
<p>
"Yes," said I, "if they lose, you give them back their money; and if they
win, they carry away yours in their pouches! I have said before that I
grant your generosity; but to me, sir, it's a very painful thing to be
placed in this position."
</p>
<p>
There was a little silence, in which Cluny seemed always as if he was
about to speak, but said nothing. All the time he grew redder and redder
in the face.
</p>
<p>
"I am a young man," said I, "and I ask your advice. Advise me as you would
your son. My friend fairly lost his money, after having fairly gained a
far greater sum of yours; can I accept it back again? Would that be the
right part for me to play? Whatever I do, you can see for yourself it must
be hard upon a man of any pride."
</p>
<p>
"It's rather hard on me, too, Mr. Balfour," said Cluny, "and ye give me
very much the look of a man that has entrapped poor people to their hurt.
I wouldnae have my friends come to any house of mine to accept affronts;
no," he cried, with a sudden heat of anger, "nor yet to give them!"
</p>
<p>
"And so you see, sir," said I, "there is something to be said upon my
side; and this gambling is a very poor employ for gentlefolks. But I am
still waiting your opinion."
</p>
<p>
I am sure if ever Cluny hated any man it was David Balfour. He looked me
all over with a warlike eye, and I saw the challenge at his lips. But
either my youth disarmed him, or perhaps his own sense of justice.
Certainly it was a mortifying matter for all concerned, and not least
Cluny; the more credit that he took it as he did.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Balfour," said he, "I think you are too nice and covenanting, but for
all that you have the spirit of a very pretty gentleman. Upon my honest
word, ye may take this money—it's what I would tell my son—and
here's my hand along with it!"
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CHAPTER XXIV
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<h3>
THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE QUARREL
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lan and I were put across Loch Errocht under cloud of night, and went
down its eastern shore to another hiding-place near the head of Loch
Rannoch, whither we were led by one of the gillies from the Cage. This
fellow carried all our luggage and Alan's great-coat in the bargain,
trotting along under the burthen, far less than the half of which used to
weigh me to the ground, like a stout hill pony with a feather; yet he was
a man that, in plain contest, I could have broken on my knee.
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<p>
Doubtless it was a great relief to walk disencumbered; and perhaps without
that relief, and the consequent sense of liberty and lightness, I could
not have walked at all. I was but new risen from a bed of sickness; and
there was nothing in the state of our affairs to hearten me for much
exertion; travelling, as we did, over the most dismal deserts in Scotland,
under a cloudy heaven, and with divided hearts among the travellers.
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<p>
For long, we said nothing; marching alongside or one behind the other,
each with a set countenance: I, angry and proud, and drawing what strength
I had from these two violent and sinful feelings; Alan angry and ashamed,
ashamed that he had lost my money, angry that I should take it so ill.
</p>
<p>
The thought of a separation ran always the stronger in my mind; and the
more I approved of it, the more ashamed I grew of my approval. It would be
a fine, handsome, generous thing, indeed, for Alan to turn round and say
to me: "Go, I am in the most danger, and my company only increases yours."
But for me to turn to the friend who certainly loved me, and say to him:
"You are in great danger, I am in but little; your friendship is a burden;
go, take your risks and bear your hardships alone——" no, that
was impossible; and even to think of it privily to myself, made my cheeks
to burn.
</p>
<p>
And yet Alan had behaved like a child, and (what is worse) a treacherous
child. Wheedling my money from me while I lay half-conscious was scarce
better than theft; and yet here he was trudging by my side, without a
penny to his name, and by what I could see, quite blithe to sponge upon
the money he had driven me to beg. True, I was ready to share it with him;
but it made me rage to see him count upon my readiness.
</p>
<p>
These were the two things uppermost in my mind; and I could open my mouth
upon neither without black ungenerosity. So I did the next worst, and said
nothing, nor so much as looked once at my companion, save with the tail of
my eye.
</p>
<p>
At last, upon the other side of Loch Errocht, going over a smooth, rushy
place, where the walking was easy, he could bear it no longer, and came
close to me.
</p>
<p>
"David," says he, "this is no way for two friends to take a small
accident. I have to say that I'm sorry; and so that's said. And now if you
have anything, ye'd better say it."
</p>
<p>
"O," says I, "I have nothing."
</p>
<p>
He seemed disconcerted; at which I was meanly pleased.
</p>
<p>
"No," said he, with rather a trembling voice, "but when I say I was to
blame?"
</p>
<p>
"Why, of course, ye were to blame," said I, coolly; "and you will bear me
out that I have never reproached you."
</p>
<p>
"Never," says he; "but ye ken very well that ye've done worse. Are we to
part? Ye said so once before. Are ye to say it again? There's hills and
heather enough between here and the two seas, David; and I will own I'm no
very keen to stay where I'm no wanted."
</p>
<p>
This pierced me like a sword, and seemed to lay bare my private
disloyalty.
</p>
<p>
"Alan Breck!" I cried; and then: "Do you think I am one to turn my back on
you in your chief need? You dursn't say it to my face. My whole conduct's
there to give the lie to it. It's true, I fell asleep upon the muir; but
that was from weariness, and you do wrong to cast it up to me——"
</p>
<p>
"Which is what I never did," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"But aside from that," I continued, "what have I done that you should even
me to dogs by such a supposition? I never yet failed a friend, and it's
not likely I'll begin with you. There are things between us that I can
never forget, even if you can."
</p>
<p>
"I will only say this to ye, David," said Alan, very quietly, "that I have
long been owing ye my life, and now I owe ye money. Ye should try to make
that burden light for me."
</p>
<p>
This ought to have touched me, and in a manner it did, but the wrong
manner. I felt I was behaving badly; and was now not only angry with Alan,
but angry with myself in the bargain; and it made me the more cruel.
</p>
<p>
"You asked me to speak," said I. "Well, then, I will. You own yourself
that you have done me a disservice; I have had to swallow an affront: I
have never reproached you, I never named the thing till you did. And now
you blame me," cried I, "because I cannae laugh and sing as if I was glad
to be affronted. The next thing will be that I'm to go down upon my knees
and thank you for it! Ye should think more of others, Alan Breck. If ye
thought more of others, ye would perhaps speak less about yourself; and
when a friend that likes you very well has passed over an offence without
a word, you would be blithe to let it lie, instead of making it a stick to
break his back with. By your own way of it, it was you that was to blame;
then it shouldnae be you to seek the quarrel."
</p>
<p>
"Aweel," said Alan, "say nae mair."
</p>
<p>
And we fell back into our former silence; and came to our journey's end,
and supped, and lay down to sleep, without another word.
</p>
<p>
The gillie put us across Loch Rannoch in the dusk of the next day, and
gave us his opinion as to our best route. This was to get us up at once
into the tops of the mountains: to go round by a circuit, turning the
heads of Glen Lyon, Glen Lochay, and Glen Dochart, and come down upon the
lowlands by Kippen and the upper waters of the Forth. Alan was little
pleased with a route which led us through the country of his blood-foes,
the Glenorchy Campbells. He objected that by turning to the east, we
should come almost at once among the Athole Stewarts, a race of his own
name and lineage, although following a different chief, and come besides
by a far easier and swifter way to the place whither we were bound. But
the gillie, who was indeed the chief man of Cluny's scouts, had good
reasons to give him on all hands, naming the force of troops in every
district, and alleging finally (as well as I could understand) that we
should nowhere be so little troubled as in a country of the Campbells.
</p>
<p>
Alan gave way at last, but with only half a heart. "It's one of the
dowiest countries in Scotland," said he. "There's naething there that I
ken, but heath, and crows, and Campbells. But I see that ye're a man of
some penetration; and be it as ye please!"
</p>
<p>
We set forth accordingly by this itinerary; and for the best part of three
nights travelled on eerie mountains and among the well-heads of wild
rivers; often buried in mist, almost continually blown and rained upon,
and not once cheered by any glimpse of sunshine. By day, we lay and slept
in the drenching heather; by night, incessantly clambered upon break-neck
hills and among rude crags. We often wandered; we were often so involved
in fog, that we must lie quiet till it lightened. A fire was never to be
thought of. Our only food was drammach and a portion of cold meat that we
had carried from the Cage; and as for drink, Heaven knows we had no want
of water.
</p>
<p>
This was a dreadful time, rendered the more dreadful by the gloom of the
weather and the country. I was never warm; my teeth chattered in my head;
I was troubled with a very sore throat, such as I had on the isle; I had a
painful stitch in my side, which never left me; and when I slept in my wet
bed, with the rain beating above and the mud oozing below me, it was to
live over again in fancy the worst part of my adventures—to see the
tower of Shaws lit by lightning, Ransome carried below on the men's backs,
Shuan dying on the round-house floor, or Colin Campbell grasping at the
bosom of his coat. From such broken slumbers, I would be aroused in the
gloaming, to sit up in the same puddle where I had slept, and sup cold
drammach; the rain driving sharp in my face or running down my back in icy
trickles; the mist enfolding us like as in a gloomy chamber—or,
perhaps, if the wind blew, falling suddenly apart and showing us the gulf
of some dark valley where the streams were crying aloud.
</p>
<p>
The sound of an infinite number of rivers came up from all round. In this
steady rain the springs of the mountain were broken up; every glen gushed
water like a cistern; every stream was in high spate, and had filled and
overflowed its channel. During our night tramps, it was solemn to hear the
voice of them below in the valleys, now booming like thunder, now with an
angry cry. I could well understand the story of the Water Kelpie, that
demon of the streams, who is fabled to keep wailing and roaring at the
ford until the coming of the doomed traveller. Alan I saw believed it, or
half believed it; and when the cry of the river rose more than usually
sharp, I was little surprised (though, of course, I would still be
shocked) to see him cross himself in the manner of the Catholics.
</p>
<p>
During all these horrid wanderings we had no familiarity, scarcely even
that of speech. The truth is that I was sickening for my grave, which is
my best excuse. But besides that I was of an unforgiving disposition from
my birth, slow to take offence, slower to forget it, and now incensed both
against my companion and myself. For the best part of two days he was
unweariedly kind; silent, indeed, but always ready to help, and always
hoping (as I could very well see) that my displeasure would blow by. For
the same length of time I stayed in myself, nursing my anger, roughly
refusing his services, and passing him over with my eyes as if he had been
a bush or a stone.
</p>
<p>
The second night, or rather the peep of the third day, found us upon a
very open hill, so that we could not follow our usual plan and lie down
immediately to eat and sleep. Before we had reached a place of shelter,
the grey had come pretty clear, for though it still rained, the clouds ran
higher; and Alan, looking in my face, showed some marks of concern.
</p>
<p>
"Ye had better let me take your pack," said he, for perhaps the ninth time
since we had parted from the scout beside Loch Rannoch.
</p>
<p>
"I do very well, I thank you," said I, as cold as ice.
</p>
<p>
Alan flushed darkly. "I'll not offer it again," he said. "I'm not a
patient man, David."
</p>
<p>
"I never said you were," said I, which was exactly the rude, silly speech
of a boy of ten.
</p>
<p>
Alan made no answer at the time, but his conduct answered for him.
Henceforth, it is to be thought, he quite forgave himself for the affair
at Cluny's; cocked his hat again, walked jauntily, whistled airs, and
looked at me upon one side with a provoking smile.
</p>
<p>
The third night we were to pass through the western end of the country of
Balquhidder. It came clear and cold, with a touch in the air like frost,
and a northerly wind that blew the clouds away and made the stars bright.
The streams were full, of course, and still made a great noise among the
hills; but I observed that Alan thought no more upon the Kelpie, and was
in high good spirits. As for me, the change of weather came too late; I
had lain in the mire so long that (as the Bible has it) my very clothes
"abhorred me." I was dead weary, deadly sick and full of pains and
shiverings; the chill of the wind went through me, and the sound of it
confused my ears. In this poor state I had to bear from my companion
something in the nature of a persecution. He spoke a good deal, and never
without a taunt. "Whig" was the best name he had to give me. "Here," he
would say, "here's a dub for ye to jump, my Whiggie! I ken you're a fine
jumper!" And so on; all the time with a gibing voice and face.
</p>
<p>
I knew it was my own doing, and no one else's; but I was too miserable to
repent. I felt I could drag myself but little farther; pretty soon, I must
lie down and die on these wet mountains like a sheep or a fox, and my
bones must whiten there like the bones of a beast. My head was light
perhaps; but I began to love the prospect, I began to glory in the thought
of such a death, alone in the desert, with the wild eagles besieging my
last moments. Alan would repent then, I thought; he would remember, when I
was dead, how much he owed me, and the remembrance would be torture. So I
went like a sick, silly, and bad-hearted schoolboy, feeding my anger
against a fellow-man, when I would have been better on my knees, crying on
God for mercy. And at each of Alan's taunts, I hugged myself. "Ah!" thinks
I to myself, "I have a better taunt in readiness; when I lie down and die,
you will feel it like a buffet in your face; ah, what a revenge! ah, how
you will regret your ingratitude and cruelty!"
</p>
<p>
All the while, I was growing worse and worse. Once I had fallen, my leg
simply doubling under me, and this had struck Alan for the moment; but I
was afoot so briskly, and set off again with such a natural manner, that
he soon forgot the incident. Flushes of heat went over me, and then spasms
of shuddering. The stitch in my side was hardly bearable. At last I began
to feel that I could trail myself no farther: and with that, there came on
me all at once the wish to have it out with Alan, let my anger blaze, and
be done with my life in a more sudden manner. He had just called me
"Whig." I stopped.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Stewart," said I, in a voice that quivered like a fiddle-string, "you
are older than I am, and should know your manners. Do you think it either
very wise or very witty to cast my politics in my teeth? I thought, where
folk differed, it was the part of gentlemen to differ civilly; and if I
did not, I may tell you I could find a better taunt than some of yours."
</p>
<p>
Alan had stopped opposite to me, his hat cocked, his hands in his breeches
pockets, his head a little on one side. He listened, smiling evilly, as I
could see by the starlight; and when I had done he began to whistle a
Jacobite air. It was the air made in mockery of General Cope's defeat at
Preston Pans:
</p>
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"Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye waukin' yet?
And are your drums a-beatin' yet?"
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<p>
And it came in my mind that Alan, on the day of that battle, had been
engaged upon the royal side.
</p>
<p>
"Why do ye take that air, Mr. Stewart?" said I. "Is that to remind me you
have been beaten on both sides?"
</p>
<p>
The air stopped on Alan's lips. "David!" said he.
</p>
<p>
"But it's time these manners ceased," I continued; "and I mean you shall
henceforth speak civilly of my King and my good friends the Campbells."
</p>
<p>
"I am a Stewart—" began Alan.
</p>
<p>
"O!" says I, "I ken ye bear a king's name. But you are to remember, since
I have been in the Highlands, I have seen a good many of those that bear
it; and the best I can say of them is this, that they would be none the
worse of washing."
</p>
<p>
"Do you know that you insult me?" said Alan, very low.
</p>
<p>
"I am sorry for that," said I, "for I am not done; and if you distaste the
sermon, I doubt the pirliecue* will please you as little. You have been
chased in the field by the grown men of my party; it seems a poor kind of
pleasure to out-face a boy. Both the Campbells and the Whigs have beaten
you; you have run before them like a hare. It behoves you to speak of them
as of your betters."
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</pre>
<p>
Alan stood quite still, the tails of his great-coat clapping behind him in
the wind.
</p>
<p>
"This is a pity," he said at last. "There are things said that cannot be
passed over."
</p>
<p>
"I never asked you to," said I. "I am as ready as yourself."
</p>
<p>
"Ready?" said he.
</p>
<p>
"Ready," I repeated. "I am no blower and boaster like some that I could
name. Come on!" And drawing my sword, I fell on guard as Alan himself had
taught me.
</p>
<p>
"David!" he cried. "Are ye daft? I cannae draw upon ye, David. It's fair
murder."
</p>
<p>
"That was your look-out when you insulted me," said I.
</p>
<p>
"It's the truth!" cried Alan, and he stood for a moment, wringing his
mouth in his hand like a man in sore perplexity. "It's the bare truth," he
said, and drew his sword. But before I could touch his blade with mine, he
had thrown it from him and fallen to the ground. "Na, na," he kept saying,
"na, na—I cannae, I cannae."
</p>
<p>
At this the last of my anger oozed all out of me; and I found myself only
sick, and sorry, and blank, and wondering at myself. I would have given
the world to take back what I had said; but a word once spoken, who can
recapture it? I minded me of all Alan's kindness and courage in the past,
how he had helped and cheered and borne with me in our evil days; and then
recalled my own insults, and saw that I had lost for ever that doughty
friend. At the same time, the sickness that hung upon me seemed to
redouble, and the pang in my side was like a sword for sharpness. I
thought I must have swooned where I stood.
</p>
<p>
This it was that gave me a thought. No apology could blot out what I had
said; it was needless to think of one, none could cover the offence; but
where an apology was vain, a mere cry for help might bring Alan back to my
side. I put my pride away from me. "Alan!" I said; "if ye cannae help me,
I must just die here."
</p>
<p>
He started up sitting, and looked at me.
</p>
<p>
"It's true," said I. "I'm by with it. O, let me get into the bield of a
house—I'll can die there easier." I had no need to pretend; whether
I chose or not, I spoke in a weeping voice that would have melted a heart
of stone.
</p>
<p>
"Can ye walk?" asked Alan.
</p>
<p>
"No," said I, "not without help. This last hour my legs have been fainting
under me; I've a stitch in my side like a red-hot iron; I cannae breathe
right. If I die, ye'll can forgive me, Alan? In my heart, I liked ye fine—even
when I was the angriest."
</p>
<p>
"Wheesht, wheesht!" cried Alan. "Dinna say that! David man, ye ken—"
He shut his mouth upon a sob. "Let me get my arm about ye," he continued;
"that's the way! Now lean upon me hard. Gude kens where there's a house!
We're in Balwhidder, too; there should be no want of houses, no, nor
friends' houses here. Do ye gang easier so, Davie?"
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<p>
"Ay," said I, "I can be doing this way;" and I pressed his arm with my
hand.
</p>
<p>
Again he came near sobbing. "Davie," said he, "I'm no a right man at all;
I have neither sense nor kindness; I could nae remember ye were just a
bairn, I couldnae see ye were dying on your feet; Davie, ye'll have to try
and forgive me."
</p>
<p>
"O man, let's say no more about it!" said I. "We're neither one of us to
mend the other—that's the truth! We must just bear and forbear, man
Alan. O, but my stitch is sore! Is there nae house?"
</p>
<p>
"I'll find a house to ye, David," he said, stoutly. "We'll follow down the
burn, where there's bound to be houses. My poor man, will ye no be better
on my back?"
</p>
<p>
"O, Alan," says I, "and me a good twelve inches taller?"
</p>
<p>
"Ye're no such a thing," cried Alan, with a start. "There may be a
trifling matter of an inch or two; I'm no saying I'm just exactly what ye
would call a tall man, whatever; and I dare say," he added, his voice
tailing off in a laughable manner, "now when I come to think of it, I dare
say ye'll be just about right. Ay, it'll be a foot, or near hand; or may
be even mair!"
</p>
<p>
It was sweet and laughable to hear Alan eat his words up in the fear of
some fresh quarrel. I could have laughed, had not my stitch caught me so
hard; but if I had laughed, I think I must have wept too.
</p>
<p>
"Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such
a thankless fellow?"
</p>
<p>
"'Deed, and I don't know" said Alan. "For just precisely what I thought I
liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:—and now I like ye
better!"
</p>
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<h2>
CHAPTER XXV
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<h3>
IN BALQUHIDDER
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<p>
t the door of the first house we came to, Alan knocked, which was of no
very safe enterprise in such a part of the Highlands as the Braes of
Balquhidder. No great clan held rule there; it was filled and disputed by
small septs, and broken remnants, and what they call "chiefless folk,"
driven into the wild country about the springs of Forth and Teith by the
advance of the Campbells. Here were Stewarts and Maclarens, which came to
the same thing, for the Maclarens followed Alan's chief in war, and made
but one clan with Appin. Here, too, were many of that old, proscribed,
nameless, red-handed clan of the Macgregors. They had always been
ill-considered, and now worse than ever, having credit with no side or
party in the whole country of Scotland. Their chief, Macgregor of
Macgregor, was in exile; the more immediate leader of that part of them
about Balquhidder, James More, Rob Roy's eldest son, lay waiting his trial
in Edinburgh Castle; they were in ill-blood with Highlander and Lowlander,
with the Grahames, the Maclarens, and the Stewarts; and Alan, who took up
the quarrel of any friend, however distant, was extremely wishful to avoid
them.
</p>
<p>
Chance served us very well; for it was a household of Maclarens that we
found, where Alan was not only welcome for his name's sake but known by
reputation. Here then I was got to bed without delay, and a doctor
fetched, who found me in a sorry plight. But whether because he was a very
good doctor, or I a very young, strong man, I lay bedridden for no more
than a week, and before a month I was able to take the road again with a
good heart.
</p>
<p>
All this time Alan would not leave me though I often pressed him, and
indeed his foolhardiness in staying was a common subject of outcry with
the two or three friends that were let into the secret. He hid by day in a
hole of the braes under a little wood; and at night, when the coast was
clear, would come into the house to visit me. I need not say if I was
pleased to see him; Mrs. Maclaren, our hostess, thought nothing good
enough for such a guest; and as Duncan Dhu (which was the name of our
host) had a pair of pipes in his house, and was much of a lover of music,
this time of my recovery was quite a festival, and we commonly turned
night into day.
</p>
<p>
The soldiers let us be; although once a party of two companies and some
dragoons went by in the bottom of the valley, where I could see them
through the window as I lay in bed. What was much more astonishing, no
magistrate came near me, and there was no question put of whence I came or
whither I was going; and in that time of excitement, I was as free of all
inquiry as though I had lain in a desert. Yet my presence was known before
I left to all the people in Balquhidder and the adjacent parts; many
coming about the house on visits and these (after the custom of the
country) spreading the news among their neighbours. The bills, too, had
now been printed. There was one pinned near the foot of my bed, where I
could read my own not very flattering portrait and, in larger characters,
the amount of the blood money that had been set upon my life. Duncan Dhu
and the rest that knew that I had come there in Alan's company, could have
entertained no doubt of who I was; and many others must have had their
guess. For though I had changed my clothes, I could not change my age or
person; and Lowland boys of eighteen were not so rife in these parts of
the world, and above all about that time, that they could fail to put one
thing with another, and connect me with the bill. So it was, at least.
Other folk keep a secret among two or three near friends, and somehow it
leaks out; but among these clansmen, it is told to a whole countryside,
and they will keep it for a century.
</p>
<p>
There was but one thing happened worth narrating; and that is the visit I
had of Robin Oig, one of the sons of the notorious Rob Roy. He was sought
upon all sides on a charge of carrying a young woman from Balfron and
marrying her (as was alleged) by force; yet he stepped about Balquhidder
like a gentleman in his own walled policy. It was he who had shot James
Maclaren at the plough stilts, a quarrel never satisfied; yet he walked
into the house of his blood enemies as a rider* might into a public inn.*
Commercial traveller. </>
</p>
<p>
Duncan had time to pass me word of who it was; and we looked at one
another in concern. You should understand, it was then close upon the time
of Alan's coming; the two were little likely to agree; and yet if we sent
word or sought to make a signal, it was sure to arouse suspicion in a man
under so dark a cloud as the Macgregor.
</p>
<p>
He came in with a great show of civility, but like a man among inferiors;
took off his bonnet to Mrs. Maclaren, but clapped it on his head again to
speak to Duncan; and having thus set himself (as he would have thought) in
a proper light, came to my bedside and bowed.
</p>
<p>
"I am given to know, sir," says he, "that your name is Balfour."
</p>
<p>
"They call me David Balfour," said I, "at your service."
</p>
<p>
"I would give ye my name in return, sir," he replied, "but it's one
somewhat blown upon of late days; and it'll perhaps suffice if I tell ye
that I am own brother to James More Drummond or Macgregor, of whom ye will
scarce have failed to hear."
</p>
<p>
"No, sir," said I, a little alarmed; "nor yet of your father,
Macgregor-Campbell." And I sat up and bowed in bed; for I thought best to
compliment him, in case he was proud of having had an outlaw to his
father.
</p>
<p>
He bowed in return. "But what I am come to say, sir," he went on, "is
this. In the year '45, my brother raised a part of the 'Gregara' and
marched six companies to strike a stroke for the good side; and the
surgeon that marched with our clan and cured my brother's leg when it was
broken in the brush at Preston Pans, was a gentleman of the same name
precisely as yourself. He was brother to Balfour of Baith; and if you are
in any reasonable degree of nearness one of that gentleman's kin, I have
come to put myself and my people at your command."
</p>
<p>
You are to remember that I knew no more of my descent than any cadger's
dog; my uncle, to be sure, had prated of some of our high connections, but
nothing to the present purpose; and there was nothing left me but that
bitter disgrace of owning that I could not tell.
</p>
<p>
Robin told me shortly he was sorry he had put himself about, turned his
back upon me without a sign of salutation, and as he went towards the
door, I could hear him telling Duncan that I was "only some kinless loon
that didn't know his own father." Angry as I was at these words, and
ashamed of my own ignorance, I could scarce keep from smiling that a man
who was under the lash of the law (and was indeed hanged some three years
later) should be so nice as to the descent of his acquaintances.
</p>
<p>
Just in the door, he met Alan coming in; and the two drew back and looked
at each other like strange dogs. They were neither of them big men, but
they seemed fairly to swell out with pride. Each wore a sword, and by a
movement of his haunch, thrust clear the hilt of it, so that it might be
the more readily grasped and the blade drawn.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Stewart, I am thinking," says Robin.
</p>
<p>
"Troth, Mr. Macgregor, it's not a name to be ashamed of," answered Alan.
</p>
<p>
"I did not know ye were in my country, sir," says Robin.
</p>
<p>
"It sticks in my mind that I am in the country of my friends the
Maclarens," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
"That's a kittle point," returned the other. "There may be two words to
say to that. But I think I will have heard that you are a man of your
sword?"
</p>
<p>
"Unless ye were born deaf, Mr. Macgregor, ye will have heard a good deal
more than that," says Alan. "I am not the only man that can draw steel in
Appin; and when my kinsman and captain, Ardshiel, had a talk with a
gentleman of your name, not so many years back, I could never hear that
the Macgregor had the best of it."
</p>
<p>
"Do ye mean my father, sir?" says Robin.
</p>
<p>
"Well, I wouldnae wonder," said Alan. "The gentleman I have in my mind had
the ill-taste to clap Campbell to his name."
</p>
<p>
"My father was an old man," returned Robin.
</p>
<p>
"The match was unequal. You and me would make a better pair, sir."
</p>
<p>
"I was thinking that," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
I was half out of bed, and Duncan had been hanging at the elbow of these
fighting cocks, ready to intervene upon the least occasion. But when that
word was uttered, it was a case of now or never; and Duncan, with
something of a white face to be sure, thrust himself between.
</p>
<p>
"Gentlemen," said he, "I will have been thinking of a very different
matter, whateffer. Here are my pipes, and here are you two gentlemen who
are baith acclaimed pipers. It's an auld dispute which one of ye's the
best. Here will be a braw chance to settle it."
</p>
<p>
"Why, sir," said Alan, still addressing Robin, from whom indeed he had not
so much as shifted his eyes, nor yet Robin from him, "why, sir," says
Alan, "I think I will have heard some sough* of the sort. Have ye music,
as folk say? Are ye a bit of a piper?"
</p>
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</pre>
<p>
"I can pipe like a Macrimmon!" cries Robin.
</p>
<p>
"And that is a very bold word," quoth Alan.
</p>
<p>
"I have made bolder words good before now," returned Robin, "and that
against better adversaries."
</p>
<p>
"It is easy to try that," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
Duncan Dhu made haste to bring out the pair of pipes that was his
principal possession, and to set before his guests a mutton-ham and a
bottle of that drink which they call Athole brose, and which is made of
old whiskey, strained honey and sweet cream, slowly beaten together in the
right order and proportion. The two enemies were still on the very breach
of a quarrel; but down they sat, one upon each side of the peat fire, with
a mighty show of politeness. Maclaren pressed them to taste his mutton-ham
and "the wife's brose," reminding them the wife was out of Athole and had
a name far and wide for her skill in that confection. But Robin put aside
these hospitalities as bad for the breath.
</p>
<p>
"I would have ye to remark, sir," said Alan, "that I havenae broken bread
for near upon ten hours, which will be worse for the breath than any brose
in Scotland."
</p>
<p>
"I will take no advantages, Mr. Stewart," replied Robin. "Eat and drink;
I'll follow you."
</p>
<p>
Each ate a small portion of the ham and drank a glass of the brose to Mrs.
Maclaren; and then after a great number of civilities, Robin took the
pipes and played a little spring in a very ranting manner.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ye can blow" said Alan; and taking the instrument from his rival, he
first played the same spring in a manner identical with Robin's; and then
wandered into variations, which, as he went on, he decorated with a
perfect flight of grace-notes, such as pipers love, and call the
"warblers."
</p>
<p>
I had been pleased with Robin's playing, Alan's ravished me.
</p>
<p>
"That's no very bad, Mr. Stewart," said the rival, "but ye show a poor
device in your warblers."
</p>
<p>
"Me!" cried Alan, the blood starting to his face. "I give ye the lie."
</p>
<p>
"Do ye own yourself beaten at the pipes, then," said Robin, "that ye seek
to change them for the sword?"
</p>
<p>
"And that's very well said, Mr. Macgregor," returned Alan; "and in the
meantime" (laying a strong accent on the word) "I take back the lie. I
appeal to Duncan."
</p>
<p>
"Indeed, ye need appeal to naebody," said Robin. "Ye're a far better judge
than any Maclaren in Balquhidder: for it's a God's truth that you're a
very creditable piper for a Stewart. Hand me the pipes." Alan did as he
asked; and Robin proceeded to imitate and correct some part of Alan's
variations, which it seemed that he remembered perfectly.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ye have music," said Alan, gloomily.
</p>
<p>
"And now be the judge yourself, Mr. Stewart," said Robin; and taking up
the variations from the beginning, he worked them throughout to so new a
purpose, with such ingenuity and sentiment, and with so odd a fancy and so
quick a knack in the grace-notes, that I was amazed to hear him.
</p>
<p>
As for Alan, his face grew dark and hot, and he sat and gnawed his
fingers, like a man under some deep affront. "Enough!" he cried. "Ye can
blow the pipes—make the most of that." And he made as if to rise.
</p>
<p>
But Robin only held out his hand as if to ask for silence, and struck into
the slow measure of a pibroch. It was a fine piece of music in itself, and
nobly played; but it seems, besides, it was a piece peculiar to the Appin
Stewarts and a chief favourite with Alan. The first notes were scarce out,
before there came a change in his face; when the time quickened, he seemed
to grow restless in his seat; and long before that piece was at an end,
the last signs of his anger died from him, and he had no thought but for
the music.
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<p>
"Robin Oig," he said, when it was done, "ye are a great piper. I am not
fit to blow in the same kingdom with ye. Body of me! ye have mair music in
your sporran than I have in my head! And though it still sticks in my mind
that I could maybe show ye another of it with the cold steel, I warn ye
beforehand—it'll no be fair! It would go against my heart to haggle
a man that can blow the pipes as you can!"
</p>
<p>
Thereupon that quarrel was made up; all night long the brose was going and
the pipes changing hands; and the day had come pretty bright, and the
three men were none the better for what they had been taking, before Robin
as much as thought upon the road.
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CHAPTER XXVI
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<h3>
END OF THE FLIGHT: WE PASS THE FORTH
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<p>
he month, as I have said, was not yet out, but it was already far through
August, and beautiful warm weather, with every sign of an early and great
harvest, when I was pronounced able for my journey. Our money was now run
to so low an ebb that we must think first of all on speed; for if we came
not soon to Mr. Rankeillor's, or if when we came there he should fail to
help me, we must surely starve. In Alan's view, besides, the hunt must
have now greatly slackened; and the line of the Forth and even Stirling
Bridge, which is the main pass over that river, would be watched with
little interest.
</p>
<p>
"It's a chief principle in military affairs," said he, "to go where ye are
least expected. Forth is our trouble; ye ken the saying, 'Forth bridles
the wild Hielandman.' Well, if we seek to creep round about the head of
that river and come down by Kippen or Balfron, it's just precisely there
that they'll be looking to lay hands on us. But if we stave on straight to
the auld Brig of Stirling, I'll lay my sword they let us pass
unchallenged."
</p>
<p>
The first night, accordingly, we pushed to the house of a Maclaren in
Strathire, a friend of Duncan's, where we slept the twenty-first of the
month, and whence we set forth again about the fall of night to make
another easy stage. The twenty-second we lay in a heather bush on the
hillside in Uam Var, within view of a herd of deer, the happiest ten hours
of sleep in a fine, breathing sunshine and on bone-dry ground, that I have
ever tasted. That night we struck Allan Water, and followed it down; and
coming to the edge of the hills saw the whole Carse of Stirling underfoot,
as flat as a pancake, with the town and castle on a hill in the midst of
it, and the moon shining on the Links of Forth.
</p>
<p>
"Now," said Alan, "I kenna if ye care, but ye're in your own land again.
We passed the Hieland Line in the first hour; and now if we could but pass
yon crooked water, we might cast our bonnets in the air."
</p>
<p>
In Allan Water, near by where it falls into the Forth, we found a little
sandy islet, overgrown with burdock, butterbur and the like low plants,
that would just cover us if we lay flat. Here it was we made our camp,
within plain view of Stirling Castle, whence we could hear the drums beat
as some part of the garrison paraded. Shearers worked all day in a field
on one side of the river, and we could hear the stones going on the hooks
and the voices and even the words of the men talking. It behoved to lie
close and keep silent. But the sand of the little isle was sun-warm, the
green plants gave us shelter for our heads, we had food and drink in
plenty; and to crown all, we were within sight of safety.
</p>
<p>
As soon as the shearers quit their work and the dusk began to fall, we
waded ashore and struck for the Bridge of Stirling, keeping to the fields
and under the field fences.
</p>
<p>
The bridge is close under the castle hill, an old, high, narrow bridge
with pinnacles along the parapet; and you may conceive with how much
interest I looked upon it, not only as a place famous in history, but as
the very doors of salvation to Alan and myself. The moon was not yet up
when we came there; a few lights shone along the front of the fortress,
and lower down a few lighted windows in the town; but it was all mighty
still, and there seemed to be no guard upon the passage.
</p>
<p>
I was for pushing straight across; but Alan was more wary.
</p>
<p>
"It looks unco' quiet," said he; "but for all that we'll lie down here
cannily behind a dyke, and make sure."
</p>
<p>
So we lay for about a quarter of an hour, whiles whispering, whiles lying
still and hearing nothing earthly but the washing of the water on the
piers. At last there came by an old, hobbling woman with a crutch stick;
who first stopped a little, close to where we lay, and bemoaned herself
and the long way she had travelled; and then set forth again up the steep
spring of the bridge. The woman was so little, and the night still so
dark, that we soon lost sight of her; only heard the sound of her steps,
and her stick, and a cough that she had by fits, draw slowly farther away.
</p>
<p>
"She's bound to be across now," I whispered.
</p>
<p>
"Na," said Alan, "her foot still sounds boss* upon the bridge."
</p>
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* Hollow.
</pre>
<p>
And just then—"Who goes?" cried a voice, and we heard the butt of a
musket rattle on the stones. I must suppose the sentry had been sleeping,
so that had we tried, we might have passed unseen; but he was awake now,
and the chance forfeited.
</p>
<p>
"This'll never do," said Alan. "This'll never, never do for us, David."
</p>
<p>
And without another word, he began to crawl away through the fields; and a
little after, being well out of eye-shot, got to his feet again, and
struck along a road that led to the eastward. I could not conceive what he
was doing; and indeed I was so sharply cut by the disappointment, that I
was little likely to be pleased with anything. A moment back and I had
seen myself knocking at Mr. Rankeillor's door to claim my inheritance,
like a hero in a ballad; and here was I back again, a wandering, hunted
blackguard, on the wrong side of Forth.
</p>
<p>
"Well?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Well," said Alan, "what would ye have? They're none such fools as I took
them for. We have still the Forth to pass, Davie—weary fall the
rains that fed and the hillsides that guided it!"
</p>
<p>
"And why go east?" said I.
</p>
<p>
"Ou, just upon the chance!" said he. "If we cannae pass the river, we'll
have to see what we can do for the firth."
</p>
<p>
"There are fords upon the river, and none upon the firth," said I.
</p>
<p>
"To be sure there are fords, and a bridge forbye," quoth Alan; "and of
what service, when they are watched?"
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "but a river can be swum."
</p>
<p>
"By them that have the skill of it," returned he; "but I have yet to hear
that either you or me is much of a hand at that exercise; and for my own
part, I swim like a stone."
</p>
<p>
"I'm not up to you in talking back, Alan," I said; "but I can see we're
making bad worse. If it's hard to pass a river, it stands to reason it
must be worse to pass a sea."
</p>
<p>
"But there's such a thing as a boat," says Alan, "or I'm the more
deceived."
</p>
<p>
"Ay, and such a thing as money," says I. "But for us that have neither one
nor other, they might just as well not have been invented."
</p>
<p>
"Ye think so?" said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"I do that," said I.
</p>
<p>
"David," says he, "ye're a man of small invention and less faith. But let
me set my wits upon the hone, and if I cannae beg, borrow, nor yet steal a
boat, I'll make one!"
</p>
<p>
"I think I see ye!" said I. "And what's more than all that: if ye pass a
bridge, it can tell no tales; but if we pass the firth, there's the boat
on the wrong side—somebody must have brought it—the
country-side will all be in a bizz—-"
</p>
<p>
"Man!" cried Alan, "if I make a boat, I'll make a body to take it back
again! So deave me with no more of your nonsense, but walk (for that's
what you've got to do)—and let Alan think for ye."
</p>
<p>
All night, then, we walked through the north side of the Carse under the
high line of the Ochil mountains; and by Alloa and Clackmannan and
Culross, all of which we avoided: and about ten in the morning, mighty
hungry and tired, came to the little clachan of Limekilns. This is a place
that sits near in by the water-side, and looks across the Hope to the town
of the Queensferry. Smoke went up from both of these, and from other
villages and farms upon all hands. The fields were being reaped; two ships
lay anchored, and boats were coming and going on the Hope. It was
altogether a right pleasant sight to me; and I could not take my fill of
gazing at these comfortable, green, cultivated hills and the busy people
both of the field and sea.
</p>
<p>
For all that, there was Mr. Rankeillor's house on the south shore, where I
had no doubt wealth awaited me; and here was I upon the north, clad in
poor enough attire of an outlandish fashion, with three silver shillings
left to me of all my fortune, a price set upon my head, and an outlawed
man for my sole company.
</p>
<p>
"O, Alan!" said I, "to think of it! Over there, there's all that heart
could want waiting me; and the birds go over, and the boats go over—all
that please can go, but just me only! O, man, but it's a heart-break!"
</p>
<p>
In Limekilns we entered a small change-house, which we only knew to be a
public by the wand over the door, and bought some bread and cheese from a
good-looking lass that was the servant. This we carried with us in a
bundle, meaning to sit and eat it in a bush of wood on the sea-shore, that
we saw some third part of a mile in front. As we went, I kept looking
across the water and sighing to myself; and though I took no heed of it,
Alan had fallen into a muse. At last he stopped in the way.
</p>
<p>
"Did ye take heed of the lass we bought this of?" says he, tapping on the
bread and cheese.
</p>
<p>
"To be sure," said I, "and a bonny lass she was."
</p>
<p>
"Ye thought that?" cries he. "Man, David, that's good news."
</p>
<p>
"In the name of all that's wonderful, why so?" says I. "What good can that
do?"
</p>
<p>
"Well," said Alan, with one of his droll looks, "I was rather in hopes it
would maybe get us that boat."
</p>
<p>
"If it were the other way about, it would be liker it," said I.
</p>
<p>
"That's all that you ken, ye see," said Alan. "I don't want the lass to
fall in love with ye, I want her to be sorry for ye, David; to which end
there is no manner of need that she should take you for a beauty. Let me
see" (looking me curiously over). "I wish ye were a wee thing paler; but
apart from that ye'll do fine for my purpose—ye have a fine,
hang-dog, rag-and-tatter, clappermaclaw kind of a look to ye, as if ye had
stolen the coat from a potato-bogle. Come; right about, and back to the
change-house for that boat of ours."
</p>
<p>
I followed him, laughing.
</p>
<p>
"David Balfour," said he, "ye're a very funny gentleman by your way of it,
and this is a very funny employ for ye, no doubt. For all that, if ye have
any affection for my neck (to say nothing of your own) ye will perhaps be
kind enough to take this matter responsibly. I am going to do a bit of
play-acting, the bottom ground of which is just exactly as serious as the
gallows for the pair of us. So bear it, if ye please, in mind, and conduct
yourself according."
</p>
<p>
"Well, well," said I, "have it as you will."
</p>
<p>
As we got near the clachan, he made me take his arm and hang upon it like
one almost helpless with weariness; and by the time he pushed open the
change-house door, he seemed to be half carrying me. The maid appeared
surprised (as well she might be) at our speedy return; but Alan had no
words to spare for her in explanation, helped me to a chair, called for a
tass of brandy with which he fed me in little sips, and then breaking up
the bread and cheese helped me to eat it like a nursery-lass; the whole
with that grave, concerned, affectionate countenance, that might have
imposed upon a judge. It was small wonder if the maid were taken with the
picture we presented, of a poor, sick, overwrought lad and his most tender
comrade. She drew quite near, and stood leaning with her back on the next
table.
</p>
<p>
"What's like wrong with him?" said she at last.
</p>
<p>
Alan turned upon her, to my great wonder, with a kind of fury. "Wrong?"
cries he. "He's walked more hundreds of miles than he has hairs upon his
chin, and slept oftener in wet heather than dry sheets. Wrong, quo' she!
Wrong enough, I would think! Wrong, indeed!" and he kept grumbling to
himself as he fed me, like a man ill-pleased.
</p>
<p>
"He's young for the like of that," said the maid.
</p>
<p>
"Ower young," said Alan, with his back to her.
</p>
<p>
"He would be better riding," says she.
</p>
<p>
"And where could I get a horse to him?" cried Alan, turning on her with
the same appearance of fury. "Would ye have me steal?"
</p>
<p>
I thought this roughness would have sent her off in dudgeon, as indeed it
closed her mouth for the time. But my companion knew very well what he was
doing; and for as simple as he was in some things of life, had a great
fund of roguishness in such affairs as these.
</p>
<p>
"Ye neednae tell me," she said at last—"ye're gentry."
</p>
<p>
"Well," said Alan, softened a little (I believe against his will) by this
artless comment, "and suppose we were? Did ever you hear that gentrice put
money in folk's pockets?"
</p>
<p>
She sighed at this, as if she were herself some disinherited great lady.
"No," says she, "that's true indeed."
</p>
<p>
I was all this while chafing at the part I played, and sitting tongue-tied
between shame and merriment; but somehow at this I could hold in no
longer, and bade Alan let me be, for I was better already. My voice stuck
in my throat, for I ever hated to take part in lies; but my very
embarrassment helped on the plot, for the lass no doubt set down my husky
voice to sickness and fatigue.
</p>
<p>
"Has he nae friends?" said she, in a tearful voice.
</p>
<p>
"That has he so!" cried Alan, "if we could but win to them!—friends
and rich friends, beds to lie in, food to eat, doctors to see to him—and
here he must tramp in the dubs and sleep in the heather like a beggarman."
</p>
<p>
"And why that?" says the lass.
</p>
<p>
"My dear," said Alan, "I cannae very safely say; but I'll tell ye what
I'll do instead," says he, "I'll whistle ye a bit tune." And with that he
leaned pretty far over the table, and in a mere breath of a whistle, but
with a wonderful pretty sentiment, gave her a few bars of "Charlie is my
darling."
</p>
<p>
"Wheesht," says she, and looked over her shoulder to the door.
</p>
<p>
"That's it," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"And him so young!" cries the lass.
</p>
<p>
"He's old enough to——" and Alan struck his forefinger on the
back part of his neck, meaning that I was old enough to lose my head.
</p>
<p>
"It would be a black shame," she cried, flushing high.
</p>
<p>
"It's what will be, though," said Alan, "unless we manage the better."
</p>
<p>
At this the lass turned and ran out of that part of the house, leaving us
alone together. Alan in high good humour at the furthering of his schemes,
and I in bitter dudgeon at being called a Jacobite and treated like a
child.
</p>
<p>
"Alan," I cried, "I can stand no more of this."
</p>
<p>
"Ye'll have to sit it then, Davie," said he. "For if ye upset the pot now,
ye may scrape your own life out of the fire, but Alan Breck is a dead
man."
</p>
<p>
This was so true that I could only groan; and even my groan served Alan's
purpose, for it was overheard by the lass as she came flying in again with
a dish of white puddings and a bottle of strong ale.
</p>
<p>
"Poor lamb!" says she, and had no sooner set the meat before us, than she
touched me on the shoulder with a little friendly touch, as much as to bid
me cheer up. Then she told us to fall to, and there would be no more to
pay; for the inn was her own, or at least her father's, and he was gone
for the day to Pittencrieff. We waited for no second bidding, for bread
and cheese is but cold comfort and the puddings smelt excellently well;
and while we sat and ate, she took up that same place by the next table,
looking on, and thinking, and frowning to herself, and drawing the string
of her apron through her hand.
</p>
<p>
"I'm thinking ye have rather a long tongue," she said at last to Alan.
</p>
<p>
"Ay" said Alan; "but ye see I ken the folk I speak to."
</p>
<p>
"I would never betray ye," said she, "if ye mean that."
</p>
<p>
"No," said he, "ye're not that kind. But I'll tell ye what ye would do, ye
would help."
</p>
<p>
"I couldnae," said she, shaking her head. "Na, I couldnae."
</p>
<p>
"No," said he, "but if ye could?"
</p>
<p>
She answered him nothing.
</p>
<p>
"Look here, my lass," said Alan, "there are boats in the Kingdom of Fife,
for I saw two (no less) upon the beach, as I came in by your town's end.
Now if we could have the use of a boat to pass under cloud of night into
Lothian, and some secret, decent kind of a man to bring that boat back
again and keep his counsel, there would be two souls saved—mine to
all likelihood—his to a dead surety. If we lack that boat, we have
but three shillings left in this wide world; and where to go, and how to
do, and what other place there is for us except the chains of a gibbet—I
give you my naked word, I kenna! Shall we go wanting, lassie? Are ye to
lie in your warm bed and think upon us, when the wind gowls in the chimney
and the rain tirls on the roof? Are ye to eat your meat by the cheeks of a
red fire, and think upon this poor sick lad of mine, biting his finger
ends on a blae muir for cauld and hunger? Sick or sound, he must aye be
moving; with the death grapple at his throat he must aye be trailing in
the rain on the lang roads; and when he gants his last on a rickle of
cauld stanes, there will be nae friends near him but only me and God."
</p>
<p>
At this appeal, I could see the lass was in great trouble of mind, being
tempted to help us, and yet in some fear she might be helping malefactors;
and so now I determined to step in myself and to allay her scruples with a
portion of the truth.
</p>
<p>
"Did ever you hear," said I, "of Mr. Rankeillor of the Ferry?"
</p>
<p>
"Rankeillor the writer?" said she. "I daur say that!"
</p>
<p>
"Well," said I, "it's to his door that I am bound, so you may judge by
that if I am an ill-doer; and I will tell you more, that though I am
indeed, by a dreadful error, in some peril of my life, King George has no
truer friend in all Scotland than myself."
</p>
<p>
Her face cleared up mightily at this, although Alan's darkened.
</p>
<p>
"That's more than I would ask," said she. "Mr. Rankeillor is a kennt man."
And she bade us finish our meat, get clear of the clachan as soon as might
be, and lie close in the bit wood on the sea-beach. "And ye can trust me,"
says she, "I'll find some means to put you over."
</p>
<p>
At this we waited for no more, but shook hands with her upon the bargain,
made short work of the puddings, and set forth again from Limekilns as far
as to the wood. It was a small piece of perhaps a score of elders and
hawthorns and a few young ashes, not thick enough to veil us from
passersby upon the road or beach. Here we must lie, however, making the
best of the brave warm weather and the good hopes we now had of a
deliverance, and planing more particularly what remained for us to do.
</p>
<p>
We had but one trouble all day; when a strolling piper came and sat in the
same wood with us; a red-nosed, bleareyed, drunken dog, with a great
bottle of whisky in his pocket, and a long story of wrongs that had been
done him by all sorts of persons, from the Lord President of the Court of
Session, who had denied him justice, down to the Bailies of Inverkeithing
who had given him more of it than he desired. It was impossible but he
should conceive some suspicion of two men lying all day concealed in a
thicket and having no business to allege. As long as he stayed there he
kept us in hot water with prying questions; and after he was gone, as he
was a man not very likely to hold his tongue, we were in the greater
impatience to be gone ourselves.
</p>
<p>
The day came to an end with the same brightness; the night fell quiet and
clear; lights came out in houses and hamlets and then, one after another,
began to be put out; but it was past eleven, and we were long since
strangely tortured with anxieties, before we heard the grinding of oars
upon the rowing-pins. At that, we looked out and saw the lass herself
coming rowing to us in a boat. She had trusted no one with our affairs,
not even her sweetheart, if she had one; but as soon as her father was
asleep, had left the house by a window, stolen a neighbour's boat, and
come to our assistance single-handed.
</p>
<p>
I was abashed how to find expression for my thanks; but she was no less
abashed at the thought of hearing them; begged us to lose no time and to
hold our peace, saying (very properly) that the heart of our matter was in
haste and silence; and so, what with one thing and another, she had set us
on the Lothian shore not far from Carriden, had shaken hands with us, and
was out again at sea and rowing for Limekilns, before there was one word
said either of her service or our gratitude.
</p>
<p>
Even after she was gone, we had nothing to say, as indeed nothing was
enough for such a kindness. Only Alan stood a great while upon the shore
shaking his head.
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"It is a very fine lass," he said at last. "David, it is a very fine
lass." And a matter of an hour later, as we were lying in a den on the
sea-shore and I had been already dozing, he broke out again in
commendations of her character. For my part, I could say nothing, she was
so simple a creature that my heart smote me both with remorse and fear:
remorse because we had traded upon her ignorance; and fear lest we should
have anyway involved her in the dangers of our situation.
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CHAPTER XXVII
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<h3>
I COME TO MR. RANKEILLOR
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he next day it was agreed that Alan should fend for himself till sunset;
but as soon as it began to grow dark, he should lie in the fields by the
roadside near to Newhalls, and stir for naught until he heard me
whistling. At first I proposed I should give him for a signal the "Bonnie
House of Airlie," which was a favourite of mine; but he objected that as
the piece was very commonly known, any ploughman might whistle it by
accident; and taught me instead a little fragment of a Highland air, which
has run in my head from that day to this, and will likely run in my head
when I lie dying. Every time it comes to me, it takes me off to that last
day of my uncertainty, with Alan sitting up in the bottom of the den,
whistling and beating the measure with a finger, and the grey of the dawn
coming on his face.
</p>
<p>
I was in the long street of Queensferry before the sun was up. It was a
fairly built burgh, the houses of good stone, many slated; the town-hall
not so fine, I thought, as that of Peebles, nor yet the street so noble;
but take it altogether, it put me to shame for my foul tatters.
</p>
<p>
As the morning went on, and the fires began to be kindled, and the windows
to open, and the people to appear out of the houses, my concern and
despondency grew ever the blacker. I saw now that I had no grounds to
stand upon; and no clear proof of my rights, nor so much as of my own
identity. If it was all a bubble, I was indeed sorely cheated and left in
a sore pass. Even if things were as I conceived, it would in all
likelihood take time to establish my contentions; and what time had I to
spare with less than three shillings in my pocket, and a condemned, hunted
man upon my hands to ship out of the country? Truly, if my hope broke with
me, it might come to the gallows yet for both of us. And as I continued to
walk up and down, and saw people looking askance at me upon the street or
out of windows, and nudging or speaking one to another with smiles, I
began to take a fresh apprehension: that it might be no easy matter even
to come to speech of the lawyer, far less to convince him of my story.
</p>
<p>
For the life of me I could not muster up the courage to address any of
these reputable burghers; I thought shame even to speak with them in such
a pickle of rags and dirt; and if I had asked for the house of such a man
as Mr. Rankeillor, I suppose they would have burst out laughing in my
face. So I went up and down, and through the street, and down to the
harbour-side, like a dog that has lost its master, with a strange gnawing
in my inwards, and every now and then a movement of despair. It grew to be
high day at last, perhaps nine in the forenoon; and I was worn with these
wanderings, and chanced to have stopped in front of a very good house on
the landward side, a house with beautiful, clear glass windows, flowering
knots upon the sills, the walls new-harled* and a chase-dog sitting
yawning on the step like one that was at home. Well, I was even envying
this dumb brute, when the door fell open and there issued forth a shrewd,
ruddy, kindly, consequential man in a well-powdered wig and spectacles. I
was in such a plight that no one set eyes on me once, but he looked at me
again; and this gentleman, as it proved, was so much struck with my poor
appearance that he came straight up to me and asked me what I did.
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<p>
I told him I was come to the Queensferry on business, and taking heart of
grace, asked him to direct me to the house of Mr. Rankeillor.
</p>
<p>
"Why," said he, "that is his house that I have just come out of; and for a
rather singular chance, I am that very man."
</p>
<p>
"Then, sir," said I, "I have to beg the favour of an interview."
</p>
<p>
"I do not know your name," said he, "nor yet your face."
</p>
<p>
"My name is David Balfour," said I.
</p>
<p>
"David Balfour?" he repeated, in rather a high tone, like one surprised.
"And where have you come from, Mr. David Balfour?" he asked, looking me
pretty drily in the face.
</p>
<p>
"I have come from a great many strange places, sir," said I; "but I think
it would be as well to tell you where and how in a more private manner."
</p>
<p>
He seemed to muse awhile, holding his lip in his hand, and looking now at
me and now upon the causeway of the street.
</p>
<p>
"Yes," says he, "that will be the best, no doubt." And he led me back with
him into his house, cried out to some one whom I could not see that he
would be engaged all morning, and brought me into a little dusty chamber
full of books and documents. Here he sate down, and bade me be seated;
though I thought he looked a little ruefully from his clean chair to my
muddy rags. "And now," says he, "if you have any business, pray be brief
and come swiftly to the point. Nec gemino bellum Trojanum orditur ab ovo—do
you understand that?" says he, with a keen look.
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"I will even do as Horace says, sir," I answered, smiling, "and carry you
in medias res." He nodded as if he was well pleased, and indeed his scrap
of Latin had been set to test me. For all that, and though I was somewhat
encouraged, the blood came in my face when I added: "I have reason to
believe myself some rights on the estate of Shaws."
</p>
<p>
He got a paper book out of a drawer and set it before him open. "Well?"
said he.
</p>
<p>
But I had shot my bolt and sat speechless.
</p>
<p>
"Come, come, Mr. Balfour," said he, "you must continue. Where were you
born?"
</p>
<p>
"In Essendean, sir," said I, "the year 1733, the 12th of March."
</p>
<p>
He seemed to follow this statement in his paper book; but what that meant
I knew not. "Your father and mother?" said he.
</p>
<p>
"My father was Alexander Balfour, schoolmaster of that place," said I,
"and my mother Grace Pitarrow; I think her people were from Angus."
</p>
<p>
"Have you any papers proving your identity?" asked Mr. Rankeillor.
</p>
<p>
"No, sir," said I, "but they are in the hands of Mr. Campbell, the
minister, and could be readily produced. Mr. Campbell, too, would give me
his word; and for that matter, I do not think my uncle would deny me."
</p>
<p>
"Meaning Mr. Ebenezer Balfour?" says he.
</p>
<p>
"The same," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Whom you have seen?" he asked.
</p>
<p>
"By whom I was received into his own house," I answered.
</p>
<p>
"Did you ever meet a man of the name of Hoseason?" asked Mr. Rankeillor.
</p>
<p>
"I did so, sir, for my sins," said I; "for it was by his means and the
procurement of my uncle, that I was kidnapped within sight of this town,
carried to sea, suffered shipwreck and a hundred other hardships, and
stand before you to-day in this poor accoutrement."
</p>
<p>
"You say you were shipwrecked," said Rankeillor; "where was that?"
</p>
<p>
"Off the south end of the Isle of Mull," said I. "The name of the isle on
which I was cast up is the Island Earraid."
</p>
<p>
"Ah!" says he, smiling, "you are deeper than me in the geography. But so
far, I may tell you, this agrees pretty exactly with other informations
that I hold. But you say you were kidnapped; in what sense?"
</p>
<p>
"In the plain meaning of the word, sir," said I. "I was on my way to your
house, when I was trepanned on board the brig, cruelly struck down, thrown
below, and knew no more of anything till we were far at sea. I was
destined for the plantations; a fate that, in God's providence, I have
escaped."
</p>
<p>
"The brig was lost on June the 27th," says he, looking in his book, "and
we are now at August the 24th. Here is a considerable hiatus, Mr. Balfour,
of near upon two months. It has already caused a vast amount of trouble to
your friends; and I own I shall not be very well contented until it is set
right."
</p>
<p>
"Indeed, sir," said I, "these months are very easily filled up; but yet
before I told my story, I would be glad to know that I was talking to a
friend."
</p>
<p>
"This is to argue in a circle," said the lawyer. "I cannot be convinced
till I have heard you. I cannot be your friend till I am properly
informed. If you were more trustful, it would better befit your time of
life. And you know, Mr. Balfour, we have a proverb in the country that
evil-doers are aye evil-dreaders."
</p>
<p>
"You are not to forget, sir," said I, "that I have already suffered by my
trustfulness; and was shipped off to be a slave by the very man that (if I
rightly understand) is your employer?"
</p>
<p>
All this while I had been gaining ground with Mr. Rankeillor, and in
proportion as I gained ground, gaining confidence. But at this sally,
which I made with something of a smile myself, he fairly laughed aloud.
</p>
<p>
"No, no," said he, "it is not so bad as that. Fui, non sum. I was indeed
your uncle's man of business; but while you (imberbis juvenis custode
remoto) were gallivanting in the west, a good deal of water has run under
the bridges; and if your ears did not sing, it was not for lack of being
talked about. On the very day of your sea disaster, Mr. Campbell stalked
into my office, demanding you from all the winds. I had never heard of
your existence; but I had known your father; and from matters in my
competence (to be touched upon hereafter) I was disposed to fear the
worst. Mr. Ebenezer admitted having seen you; declared (what seemed
improbable) that he had given you considerable sums; and that you had
started for the continent of Europe, intending to fulfil your education,
which was probable and praiseworthy. Interrogated how you had come to send
no word to Mr. Campbell, he deponed that you had expressed a great desire
to break with your past life. Further interrogated where you now were,
protested ignorance, but believed you were in Leyden. That is a close sum
of his replies. I am not exactly sure that any one believed him,"
continued Mr. Rankeillor with a smile; "and in particular he so much
disrelished me expressions of mine that (in a word) he showed me to the
door. We were then at a full stand; for whatever shrewd suspicions we
might entertain, we had no shadow of probation. In the very article, comes
Captain Hoseason with the story of your drowning; whereupon all fell
through; with no consequences but concern to Mr. Campbell, injury to my
pocket, and another blot upon your uncle's character, which could very ill
afford it. And now, Mr. Balfour," said he, "you understand the whole
process of these matters, and can judge for yourself to what extent I may
be trusted."
</p>
<p>
Indeed he was more pedantic than I can represent him, and placed more
scraps of Latin in his speech; but it was all uttered with a fine
geniality of eye and manner which went far to conquer my distrust.
Moreover, I could see he now treated me as if I was myself beyond a doubt;
so that first point of my identity seemed fully granted.
</p>
<p>
"Sir," said I, "if I tell you my story, I must commit a friend's life to
your discretion. Pass me your word it shall be sacred; and for what
touches myself, I will ask no better guarantee than just your face."
</p>
<p>
He passed me his word very seriously. "But," said he, "these are rather
alarming prolocutions; and if there are in your story any little jostles
to the law, I would beg you to bear in mind that I am a lawyer, and pass
lightly."
</p>
<p>
Thereupon I told him my story from the first, he listening with his
spectacles thrust up and his eyes closed, so that I sometimes feared he
was asleep. But no such matter! he heard every word (as I found afterward)
with such quickness of hearing and precision of memory as often surprised
me. Even strange outlandish Gaelic names, heard for that time only, he
remembered and would remind me of, years after. Yet when I called Alan
Breck in full, we had an odd scene. The name of Alan had of course rung
through Scotland, with the news of the Appin murder and the offer of the
reward; and it had no sooner escaped me than the lawyer moved in his seat
and opened his eyes.
</p>
<p>
"I would name no unnecessary names, Mr. Balfour," said he; "above all of
Highlanders, many of whom are obnoxious to the law."
</p>
<p>
"Well, it might have been better not," said I, "but since I have let it
slip, I may as well continue."
</p>
<p>
"Not at all," said Mr. Rankeillor. "I am somewhat dull of hearing, as you
may have remarked; and I am far from sure I caught the name exactly. We
will call your friend, if you please, Mr. Thomson—that there may be
no reflections. And in future, I would take some such way with any
Highlander that you may have to mention—dead or alive."
</p>
<p>
By this, I saw he must have heard the name all too clearly, and had
already guessed I might be coming to the murder. If he chose to play this
part of ignorance, it was no matter of mine; so I smiled, said it was no
very Highland-sounding name, and consented. Through all the rest of my
story Alan was Mr. Thomson; which amused me the more, as it was a piece of
policy after his own heart. James Stewart, in like manner, was mentioned
under the style of Mr. Thomson's kinsman; Colin Campbell passed as a Mr.
Glen; and to Cluny, when I came to that part of my tale, I gave the name
of "Mr. Jameson, a Highland chief." It was truly the most open farce, and
I wondered that the lawyer should care to keep it up; but, after all, it
was quite in the taste of that age, when there were two parties in the
state, and quiet persons, with no very high opinions of their own, sought
out every cranny to avoid offence to either.
</p>
<p>
"Well, well," said the lawyer, when I had quite done, "this is a great
epic, a great Odyssey of yours. You must tell it, sir, in a sound Latinity
when your scholarship is riper; or in English if you please, though for my
part I prefer the stronger tongue. You have rolled much; quae regio in
terris—what parish in Scotland (to make a homely translation) has
not been filled with your wanderings? You have shown, besides, a singular
aptitude for getting into false positions; and, yes, upon the whole, for
behaving well in them. This Mr. Thomson seems to me a gentleman of some
choice qualities, though perhaps a trifle bloody-minded. It would please
me none the worse, if (with all his merits) he were soused in the North
Sea, for the man, Mr. David, is a sore embarrassment. But you are
doubtless quite right to adhere to him; indubitably, he adhered to you. It
comes—we may say—he was your true companion; nor less paribus
curis vestigia figit, for I dare say you would both take an orra thought
upon the gallows. Well, well, these days are fortunately by; and I think
(speaking humanly) that you are near the end of your troubles."
</p>
<p>
As he thus moralised on my adventures, he looked upon me with so much
humour and benignity that I could scarce contain my satisfaction. I had
been so long wandering with lawless people, and making my bed upon the
hills and under the bare sky, that to sit once more in a clean, covered
house, and to talk amicably with a gentleman in broadcloth, seemed mighty
elevations. Even as I thought so, my eye fell on my unseemly tatters, and
I was once more plunged in confusion. But the lawyer saw and understood
me. He rose, called over the stair to lay another plate, for Mr. Balfour
would stay to dinner, and led me into a bedroom in the upper part of the
house. Here he set before me water and soap, and a comb; and laid out some
clothes that belonged to his son; and here, with another apposite tag, he
left me to my toilet.
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CHAPTER XXVIII
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I GO IN QUEST OF MY INHERITANCE
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made what change I could in my appearance; and blithe was I to look in
the glass and find the beggarman a thing of the past, and David Balfour
come to life again. And yet I was ashamed of the change too, and, above
all, of the borrowed clothes. When I had done, Mr. Rankeillor caught me on
the stair, made me his compliments, and had me again into the cabinet.
</p>
<p>
"Sit ye down, Mr. David," said he, "and now that you are looking a little
more like yourself, let me see if I can find you any news. You will be
wondering, no doubt, about your father and your uncle? To be sure it is a
singular tale; and the explanation is one that I blush to have to offer
you. For," says he, really with embarrassment, "the matter hinges on a
love affair."
</p>
<p>
"Truly," said I, "I cannot very well join that notion with my uncle."
</p>
<p>
"But your uncle, Mr. David, was not always old," replied the lawyer, "and
what may perhaps surprise you more, not always ugly. He had a fine,
gallant air; people stood in their doors to look after him, as he went by
upon a mettle horse. I have seen it with these eyes, and I ingenuously
confess, not altogether without envy; for I was a plain lad myself and a
plain man's son; and in those days it was a case of Odi te, qui bellus es,
Sabelle."
</p>
<p>
"It sounds like a dream," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ay," said the lawyer, "that is how it is with youth and age. Nor was
that all, but he had a spirit of his own that seemed to promise great
things in the future. In 1715, what must he do but run away to join the
rebels? It was your father that pursued him, found him in a ditch, and
brought him back multum gementem; to the mirth of the whole country.
However, majora canamus—the two lads fell in love, and that with the
same lady. Mr. Ebenezer, who was the admired and the beloved, and the
spoiled one, made, no doubt, mighty certain of the victory; and when he
found he had deceived himself, screamed like a peacock. The whole country
heard of it; now he lay sick at home, with his silly family standing round
the bed in tears; now he rode from public-house to public-house, and
shouted his sorrows into the lug of Tom, Dick, and Harry. Your father, Mr.
David, was a kind gentleman; but he was weak, dolefully weak; took all
this folly with a long countenance; and one day—by your leave!—resigned
the lady. She was no such fool, however; it's from her you must inherit
your excellent good sense; and she refused to be bandied from one to
another. Both got upon their knees to her; and the upshot of the matter
for that while was that she showed both of them the door. That was in
August; dear me! the same year I came from college. The scene must have
been highly farcical."
</p>
<p>
I thought myself it was a silly business, but I could not forget my father
had a hand in it. "Surely, sir, it had some note of tragedy," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Why, no, sir, not at all," returned the lawyer. "For tragedy implies some
ponderable matter in dispute, some dignus vindice nodus; and this piece of
work was all about the petulance of a young ass that had been spoiled, and
wanted nothing so much as to be tied up and soundly belted. However, that
was not your father's view; and the end of it was, that from concession to
concession on your father's part, and from one height to another of
squalling, sentimental selfishness upon your uncle's, they came at last to
drive a sort of bargain, from whose ill results you have recently been
smarting. The one man took the lady, the other the estate. Now, Mr. David,
they talk a great deal of charity and generosity; but in this disputable
state of life, I often think the happiest consequences seem to flow when a
gentleman consults his lawyer, and takes all the law allows him. Anyhow,
this piece of Quixotry on your father's part, as it was unjust in itself,
has brought forth a monstrous family of injustices. Your father and mother
lived and died poor folk; you were poorly reared; and in the meanwhile,
what a time it has been for the tenants on the estate of Shaws! And I
might add (if it was a matter I cared much about) what a time for Mr.
Ebenezer!"
</p>
<p>
"And yet that is certainly the strangest part of all," said I, "that a
man's nature should thus change."
</p>
<p>
"True," said Mr. Rankeillor. "And yet I imagine it was natural enough. He
could not think that he had played a handsome part. Those who knew the
story gave him the cold shoulder; those who knew it not, seeing one
brother disappear, and the other succeed in the estate, raised a cry of
murder; so that upon all sides he found himself evited. Money was all he
got by his bargain; well, he came to think the more of money. He was
selfish when he was young, he is selfish now that he is old; and the
latter end of all these pretty manners and fine feelings you have seen for
yourself."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said I, "and in all this, what is my position?"
</p>
<p>
"The estate is yours beyond a doubt," replied the lawyer. "It matters
nothing what your father signed, you are the heir of entail. But your
uncle is a man to fight the indefensible; and it would be likely your
identity that he would call in question. A lawsuit is always expensive,
and a family lawsuit always scandalous; besides which, if any of your
doings with your friend Mr. Thomson were to come out, we might find that
we had burned our fingers. The kidnapping, to be sure, would be a court
card upon our side, if we could only prove it. But it may be difficult to
prove; and my advice (upon the whole) is to make a very easy bargain with
your uncle, perhaps even leaving him at Shaws where he has taken root for
a quarter of a century, and contenting yourself in the meanwhile with a
fair provision."
</p>
<p>
I told him I was very willing to be easy, and that to carry family
concerns before the public was a step from which I was naturally much
averse. In the meantime (thinking to myself) I began to see the outlines
of that scheme on which we afterwards acted.
</p>
<p>
"The great affair," I asked, "is to bring home to him the kidnapping?"
</p>
<p>
"Surely," said Mr. Rankeillor, "and if possible, out of court. For mark
you here, Mr. David: we could no doubt find some men of the Covenant who
would swear to your reclusion; but once they were in the box, we could no
longer check their testimony, and some word of your friend Mr. Thomson
must certainly crop out. Which (from what you have let fall) I cannot
think to be desirable."
</p>
<p>
"Well, sir," said I, "here is my way of it." And I opened my plot to him.
</p>
<p>
"But this would seem to involve my meeting the man Thomson?" says he, when
I had done.
</p>
<p>
"I think so, indeed, sir," said I.
</p>
<p>
"Dear doctor!" cries he, rubbing his brow. "Dear doctor! No, Mr. David, I
am afraid your scheme is inadmissible. I say nothing against your friend,
Mr. Thomson: I know nothing against him; and if I did—mark this, Mr.
David!—it would be my duty to lay hands on him. Now I put it to you:
is it wise to meet? He may have matters to his charge. He may not have
told you all. His name may not be even Thomson!" cries the lawyer,
twinkling; "for some of these fellows will pick up names by the roadside
as another would gather haws."
</p>
<p>
"You must be the judge, sir," said I.
</p>
<p>
But it was clear my plan had taken hold upon his fancy, for he kept musing
to himself till we were called to dinner and the company of Mrs.
Rankeillor; and that lady had scarce left us again to ourselves and a
bottle of wine, ere he was back harping on my proposal. When and where was
I to meet my friend Mr. Thomson; was I sure of Mr. T.'s discretion;
supposing we could catch the old fox tripping, would I consent to such and
such a term of an agreement—these and the like questions he kept
asking at long intervals, while he thoughtfully rolled his wine upon his
tongue. When I had answered all of them, seemingly to his contentment, he
fell into a still deeper muse, even the claret being now forgotten. Then
he got a sheet of paper and a pencil, and set to work writing and weighing
every word; and at last touched a bell and had his clerk into the chamber.
</p>
<p>
"Torrance," said he, "I must have this written out fair against to-night;
and when it is done, you will be so kind as put on your hat and be ready
to come along with this gentleman and me, for you will probably be wanted
as a witness."
</p>
<p>
"What, sir," cried I, as soon as the clerk was gone, "are you to venture
it?"
</p>
<p>
"Why, so it would appear," says he, filling his glass. "But let us speak
no more of business. The very sight of Torrance brings in my head a little
droll matter of some years ago, when I had made a tryst with the poor oaf
at the cross of Edinburgh. Each had gone his proper errand; and when it
came four o'clock, Torrance had been taking a glass and did not know his
master, and I, who had forgot my spectacles, was so blind without them,
that I give you my word I did not know my own clerk." And thereupon he
laughed heartily.
</p>
<p>
I said it was an odd chance, and smiled out of politeness; but what held
me all the afternoon in wonder, he kept returning and dwelling on this
story, and telling it again with fresh details and laughter; so that I
began at last to be quite put out of countenance and feel ashamed for my
friend's folly.
</p>
<p>
Towards the time I had appointed with Alan, we set out from the house, Mr.
Rankeillor and I arm in arm, and Torrance following behind with the deed
in his pocket and a covered basket in his hand. All through the town, the
lawyer was bowing right and left, and continually being button-holed by
gentlemen on matters of burgh or private business; and I could see he was
one greatly looked up to in the county. At last we were clear of the
houses, and began to go along the side of the haven and towards the Hawes
Inn and the Ferry pier, the scene of my misfortune. I could not look upon
the place without emotion, recalling how many that had been there with me
that day were now no more: Ransome taken, I could hope, from the evil to
come; Shuan passed where I dared not follow him; and the poor souls that
had gone down with the brig in her last plunge. All these, and the brig
herself, I had outlived; and come through these hardships and fearful
perils without scath. My only thought should have been of gratitude; and
yet I could not behold the place without sorrow for others and a chill of
recollected fear.
</p>
<p>
I was so thinking when, upon a sudden, Mr. Rankeillor cried out, clapped
his hand to his pockets, and began to laugh.
</p>
<p>
"Why," he cries, "if this be not a farcical adventure! After all that I
said, I have forgot my glasses!"
</p>
<p>
At that, of course, I understood the purpose of his anecdote, and knew
that if he had left his spectacles at home, it had been done on purpose,
so that he might have the benefit of Alan's help without the awkwardness
of recognising him. And indeed it was well thought upon; for now (suppose
things to go the very worst) how could Rankeillor swear to my friend's
identity, or how be made to bear damaging evidence against myself? For all
that, he had been a long while of finding out his want, and had spoken to
and recognised a good few persons as we came through the town; and I had
little doubt myself that he saw reasonably well.
</p>
<p>
As soon as we were past the Hawes (where I recognised the landlord smoking
his pipe in the door, and was amazed to see him look no older) Mr.
Rankeillor changed the order of march, walking behind with Torrance and
sending me forward in the manner of a scout. I went up the hill, whistling
from time to time my Gaelic air; and at length I had the pleasure to hear
it answered and to see Alan rise from behind a bush. He was somewhat
dashed in spirits, having passed a long day alone skulking in the county,
and made but a poor meal in an alehouse near Dundas. But at the mere sight
of my clothes, he began to brighten up; and as soon as I had told him in
what a forward state our matters were and the part I looked to him to play
in what remained, he sprang into a new man.
</p>
<p>
"And that is a very good notion of yours," says he; "and I dare to say
that you could lay your hands upon no better man to put it through than
Alan Breck. It is not a thing (mark ye) that any one could do, but takes a
gentleman of penetration. But it sticks in my head your lawyer-man will be
somewhat wearying to see me," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
Accordingly I cried and waved on Mr. Rankeillor, who came up alone and was
presented to my friend, Mr. Thomson.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Thomson, I am pleased to meet you," said he. "But I have forgotten my
glasses; and our friend, Mr. David here" (clapping me on the shoulder),
"will tell you that I am little better than blind, and that you must not
be surprised if I pass you by to-morrow."
</p>
<p>
This he said, thinking that Alan would be pleased; but the Highlandman's
vanity was ready to startle at a less matter than that.
</p>
<p>
"Why, sir," says he, stiffly, "I would say it mattered the less as we are
met here for a particular end, to see justice done to Mr. Balfour; and by
what I can see, not very likely to have much else in common. But I accept
your apology, which was a very proper one to make."
</p>
<p>
"And that is more than I could look for, Mr. Thomson," said Rankeillor,
heartily. "And now as you and I are the chief actors in this enterprise, I
think we should come into a nice agreement; to which end, I propose that
you should lend me your arm, for (what with the dusk and the want of my
glasses) I am not very clear as to the path; and as for you, Mr. David,
you will find Torrance a pleasant kind of body to speak with. Only let me
remind you, it's quite needless he should hear more of your adventures or
those of—ahem—Mr. Thomson."
</p>
<p>
Accordingly these two went on ahead in very close talk, and Torrance and I
brought up the rear.
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Night was quite come when we came in view of the house of Shaws. Ten had
been gone some time; it was dark and mild, with a pleasant, rustling wind
in the south-west that covered the sound of our approach; and as we drew
near we saw no glimmer of light in any portion of the building. It seemed
my uncle was already in bed, which was indeed the best thing for our
arrangements. We made our last whispered consultations some fifty yards
away; and then the lawyer and Torrance and I crept quietly up and crouched
down beside the corner of the house; and as soon as we were in our places,
Alan strode to the door without concealment and began to knock.
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I COME INTO MY KINGDOM
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or some time Alan volleyed upon the door, and his knocking only roused
the echoes of the house and neighbourhood. At last, however, I could hear
the noise of a window gently thrust up, and knew that my uncle had come to
his observatory. By what light there was, he would see Alan standing, like
a dark shadow, on the steps; the three witnesses were hidden quite out of
his view; so that there was nothing to alarm an honest man in his own
house. For all that, he studied his visitor awhile in silence, and when he
spoke his voice had a quaver of misgiving.
</p>
<p>
"What's this?" says he. "This is nae kind of time of night for decent
folk; and I hae nae trokings* wi' night-hawks. What brings ye here? I have
a blunderbush."
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<p>
"Is that yoursel', Mr. Balfour?" returned Alan, stepping back and looking
up into the darkness. "Have a care of that blunderbuss; they're nasty
things to burst."
</p>
<p>
"What brings ye here? and whae are ye?" says my uncle, angrily.
</p>
<p>
"I have no manner of inclination to rowt out my name to the country-side,"
said Alan; "but what brings me here is another story, being more of your
affair than mine; and if ye're sure it's what ye would like, I'll set it
to a tune and sing it to you."
</p>
<p>
"And what is't?" asked my uncle.
</p>
<p>
"David," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
"What was that?" cried my uncle, in a mighty changed voice.
</p>
<p>
"Shall I give ye the rest of the name, then?" said Alan.
</p>
<p>
There was a pause; and then, "I'm thinking I'll better let ye in," says my
uncle, doubtfully.
</p>
<p>
"I dare say that," said Alan; "but the point is, Would I go? Now I will
tell you what I am thinking. I am thinking that it is here upon this
doorstep that we must confer upon this business; and it shall be here or
nowhere at all whatever; for I would have you to understand that I am as
stiffnecked as yoursel', and a gentleman of better family."
</p>
<p>
This change of note disconcerted Ebenezer; he was a little while digesting
it, and then says he, "Weel, weel, what must be must," and shut the
window. But it took him a long time to get down-stairs, and a still longer
to undo the fastenings, repenting (I dare say) and taken with fresh claps
of fear at every second step and every bolt and bar. At last, however, we
heard the creak of the hinges, and it seems my uncle slipped gingerly out
and (seeing that Alan had stepped back a pace or two) sate him down on the
top doorstep with the blunderbuss ready in his hands.
</p>
<p>
"And, now" says he, "mind I have my blunderbush, and if ye take a step
nearer ye're as good as deid."
</p>
<p>
"And a very civil speech," says Alan, "to be sure."
</p>
<p>
"Na," says my uncle, "but this is no a very chanty kind of a proceeding,
and I'm bound to be prepared. And now that we understand each other, ye'll
can name your business."
</p>
<p>
"Why," says Alan, "you that are a man of so much understanding, will
doubtless have perceived that I am a Hieland gentleman. My name has nae
business in my story; but the county of my friends is no very far from the
Isle of Mull, of which ye will have heard. It seems there was a ship lost
in those parts; and the next day a gentleman of my family was seeking
wreck-wood for his fire along the sands, when he came upon a lad that was
half drowned. Well, he brought him to; and he and some other gentleman
took and clapped him in an auld, ruined castle, where from that day to
this he has been a great expense to my friends. My friends are a wee
wild-like, and not so particular about the law as some that I could name;
and finding that the lad owned some decent folk, and was your born nephew,
Mr. Balfour, they asked me to give ye a bit call and confer upon the
matter. And I may tell ye at the off-go, unless we can agree upon some
terms, ye are little likely to set eyes upon him. For my friends," added
Alan, simply, "are no very well off."
</p>
<p>
My uncle cleared his throat. "I'm no very caring," says he. "He wasnae a
good lad at the best of it, and I've nae call to interfere."
</p>
<p>
"Ay, ay," said Alan, "I see what ye would be at: pretending ye don't care,
to make the ransom smaller."
</p>
<p>
"Na," said my uncle, "it's the mere truth. I take nae manner of interest
in the lad, and I'll pay nae ransome, and ye can make a kirk and a mill of
him for what I care."
</p>
<p>
"Hoot, sir," says Alan. "Blood's thicker than water, in the deil's name!
Ye cannae desert your brother's son for the fair shame of it; and if ye
did, and it came to be kennt, ye wouldnae be very popular in your
country-side, or I'm the more deceived."
</p>
<p>
"I'm no just very popular the way it is," returned Ebenezer; "and I dinnae
see how it would come to be kennt. No by me, onyway; nor yet by you or
your friends. So that's idle talk, my buckie," says he.
</p>
<p>
"Then it'll have to be David that tells it," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"How that?" says my uncle, sharply.
</p>
<p>
"Ou, just this way," says Alan. "My friends would doubtless keep your
nephew as long as there was any likelihood of siller to be made of it, but
if there was nane, I am clearly of opinion they would let him gang where
he pleased, and be damned to him!"
</p>
<p>
"Ay, but I'm no very caring about that either," said my uncle. "I wouldnae
be muckle made up with that."
</p>
<p>
"I was thinking that," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"And what for why?" asked Ebenezer.
</p>
<p>
"Why, Mr. Balfour," replied Alan, "by all that I could hear, there were
two ways of it: either ye liked David and would pay to get him back; or
else ye had very good reasons for not wanting him, and would pay for us to
keep him. It seems it's not the first; well then, it's the second; and
blythe am I to ken it, for it should be a pretty penny in my pocket and
the pockets of my friends."
</p>
<p>
"I dinnae follow ye there," said my uncle.
</p>
<p>
"No?" said Alan. "Well, see here: you dinnae want the lad back; well, what
do ye want done with him, and how much will ye pay?"
</p>
<p>
My uncle made no answer, but shifted uneasily on his seat.
</p>
<p>
"Come, sir," cried Alan. "I would have you to ken that I am a gentleman; I
bear a king's name; I am nae rider to kick my shanks at your hall door.
Either give me an answer in civility, and that out of hand; or by the top
of Glencoe, I will ram three feet of iron through your vitals."
</p>
<p>
"Eh, man," cried my uncle, scrambling to his feet, "give me a meenit!
What's like wrong with ye? I'm just a plain man and nae dancing master;
and I'm tryin to be as ceevil as it's morally possible. As for that wild
talk, it's fair disrepitable. Vitals, says you! And where would I be with
my blunderbush?" he snarled.
</p>
<p>
"Powder and your auld hands are but as the snail to the swallow against
the bright steel in the hands of Alan," said the other. "Before your
jottering finger could find the trigger, the hilt would dirl on your
breast-bane."
</p>
<p>
"Eh, man, whae's denying it?" said my uncle. "Pit it as ye please, hae't
your ain way; I'll do naething to cross ye. Just tell me what like ye'll
be wanting, and ye'll see that we'll can agree fine."
</p>
<p>
"Troth, sir," said Alan, "I ask for nothing but plain dealing. In two
words: do ye want the lad killed or kept?"
</p>
<p>
"O, sirs!" cried Ebenezer. "O, sirs, me! that's no kind of language!"
</p>
<p>
"Killed or kept!" repeated Alan.
</p>
<p>
"O, keepit, keepit!" wailed my uncle. "We'll have nae bloodshed, if you
please."
</p>
<p>
"Well," says Alan, "as ye please; that'll be the dearer."
</p>
<p>
"The dearer?" cries Ebenezer. "Would ye fyle your hands wi' crime?"
</p>
<p>
"Hoot!" said Alan, "they're baith crime, whatever! And the killing's
easier, and quicker, and surer. Keeping the lad'll be a fashious* job, a
fashious, kittle business."
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<p>
"I'll have him keepit, though," returned my uncle. "I never had naething
to do with onything morally wrong; and I'm no gaun to begin to pleasure a
wild Hielandman."
</p>
<p>
"Ye're unco scrupulous," sneered Alan.
</p>
<p>
"I'm a man o' principle," said Ebenezer, simply; "and if I have to pay for
it, I'll have to pay for it. And besides," says he, "ye forget the lad's
my brother's son."
</p>
<p>
"Well, well," said Alan, "and now about the price. It's no very easy for
me to set a name upon it; I would first have to ken some small matters. I
would have to ken, for instance, what ye gave Hoseason at the first
off-go?"
</p>
<p>
"Hoseason!" cries my uncle, struck aback. "What for?"
</p>
<p>
"For kidnapping David," says Alan.
</p>
<p>
"It's a lee, it's a black lee!" cried my uncle. "He was never kidnapped.
He leed in his throat that tauld ye that. Kidnapped? He never was!"
</p>
<p>
"That's no fault of mine nor yet of yours," said Alan; "nor yet of
Hoseason's, if he's a man that can be trusted."
</p>
<p>
"What do ye mean?" cried Ebenezer. "Did Hoseason tell ye?"
</p>
<p>
"Why, ye donnered auld runt, how else would I ken?" cried Alan. "Hoseason
and me are partners; we gang shares; so ye can see for yoursel' what good
ye can do leeing. And I must plainly say ye drove a fool's bargain when ye
let a man like the sailor-man so far forward in your private matters. But
that's past praying for; and ye must lie on your bed the way ye made it.
And the point in hand is just this: what did ye pay him?"
</p>
<p>
"Has he tauld ye himsel'?" asked my uncle.
</p>
<p>
"That's my concern," said Alan.
</p>
<p>
"Weel," said my uncle, "I dinnae care what he said, he leed, and the
solemn God's truth is this, that I gave him twenty pound. But I'll be
perfec'ly honest with ye: forby that, he was to have the selling of the
lad in Caroliny, whilk would be as muckle mair, but no from my pocket, ye
see."
</p>
<p>
"Thank you, Mr. Thomson. That will do excellently well," said the lawyer,
stepping forward; and then mighty civilly, "Good-evening, Mr. Balfour,"
said he.
</p>
<p>
And, "Good-evening, Uncle Ebenezer," said I.
</p>
<p>
And, "It's a braw nicht, Mr. Balfour," added Torrance.
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Never a word said my uncle, neither black nor white; but just sat where he
was on the top door-step and stared upon us like a man turned to stone.
Alan filched away his blunderbuss; and the lawyer, taking him by the arm,
plucked him up from the doorstep, led him into the kitchen, whither we all
followed, and set him down in a chair beside the hearth, where the fire
was out and only a rush-light burning.
</p>
<p>
There we all looked upon him for a while, exulting greatly in our success,
but yet with a sort of pity for the man's shame.
</p>
<p>
"Come, come, Mr. Ebenezer," said the lawyer, "you must not be
down-hearted, for I promise you we shall make easy terms. In the meanwhile
give us the cellar key, and Torrance shall draw us a bottle of your
father's wine in honour of the event." Then, turning to me and taking me
by the hand, "Mr. David," says he, "I wish you all joy in your good
fortune, which I believe to be deserved." And then to Alan, with a spice
of drollery, "Mr. Thomson, I pay you my compliment; it was most artfully
conducted; but in one point you somewhat outran my comprehension. Do I
understand your name to be James? or Charles? or is it George, perhaps?"
</p>
<p>
"And why should it be any of the three, sir?" quoth Alan, drawing himself
up, like one who smelt an offence.
</p>
<p>
"Only, sir, that you mentioned a king's name," replied Rankeillor; "and as
there has never yet been a King Thomson, or his fame at least has never
come my way, I judged you must refer to that you had in baptism."
</p>
<p>
This was just the stab that Alan would feel keenest, and I am free to
confess he took it very ill. Not a word would he answer, but stepped off
to the far end of the kitchen, and sat down and sulked; and it was not
till I stepped after him, and gave him my hand, and thanked him by title
as the chief spring of my success, that he began to smile a bit, and was
at last prevailed upon to join our party.
</p>
<p>
By that time we had the fire lighted, and a bottle of wine uncorked; a
good supper came out of the basket, to which Torrance and I and Alan set
ourselves down; while the lawyer and my uncle passed into the next chamber
to consult. They stayed there closeted about an hour; at the end of which
period they had come to a good understanding, and my uncle and I set our
hands to the agreement in a formal manner. By the terms of this, my uncle
bound himself to satisfy Rankeillor as to his intromissions, and to pay me
two clear thirds of the yearly income of Shaws.
</p>
<p>
So the beggar in the ballad had come home; and when I lay down that night
on the kitchen chests, I was a man of means and had a name in the country.
Alan and Torrance and Rankeillor slept and snored on their hard beds; but
for me who had lain out under heaven and upon dirt and stones, so many
days and nights, and often with an empty belly, and in fear of death, this
good change in my case unmanned me more than any of the former evil ones;
and I lay till dawn, looking at the fire on the roof and planning the
future.
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<h3>
GOOD-BYE
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o far as I was concerned myself, I had come to port; but I had still
Alan, to whom I was so much beholden, on my hands; and I felt besides a
heavy charge in the matter of the murder and James of the Glens. On both
these heads I unbosomed to Rankeillor the next morning, walking to and fro
about six of the clock before the house of Shaws, and with nothing in view
but the fields and woods that had been my ancestors' and were now mine.
Even as I spoke on these grave subjects, my eye would take a glad bit of a
run over the prospect, and my heart jump with pride.
</p>
<p>
About my clear duty to my friend, the lawyer had no doubt. I must help him
out of the county at whatever risk; but in the case of James, he was of a
different mind.
</p>
<p>
"Mr. Thomson," says he, "is one thing, Mr. Thomson's kinsman quite
another. I know little of the facts, but I gather that a great noble (whom
we will call, if you like, the D. of A.)* has some concern and is even
supposed to feel some animosity in the matter. The D. of A. is doubtless
an excellent nobleman; but, Mr. David, timeo qui nocuere deos. If you
interfere to balk his vengeance, you should remember there is one way to
shut your testimony out; and that is to put you in the dock. There, you
would be in the same pickle as Mr. Thomson's kinsman. You will object that
you are innocent; well, but so is he. And to be tried for your life before
a Highland jury, on a Highland quarrel and with a Highland Judge upon the
bench, would be a brief transition to the gallows."
</p>
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<p>
Now I had made all these reasonings before and found no very good reply to
them; so I put on all the simplicity I could. "In that case, sir," said I,
"I would just have to be hanged—would I not?"
</p>
<p>
"My dear boy," cries he, "go in God's name, and do what you think is
right. It is a poor thought that at my time of life I should be advising
you to choose the safe and shameful; and I take it back with an apology.
Go and do your duty; and be hanged, if you must, like a gentleman. There
are worse things in the world than to be hanged."
</p>
<p>
"Not many, sir," said I, smiling.
</p>
<p>
"Why, yes, sir," he cried, "very many. And it would be ten times better
for your uncle (to go no farther afield) if he were dangling decently upon
a gibbet."
</p>
<p>
Thereupon he turned into the house (still in a great fervour of mind, so
that I saw I had pleased him heartily) and there he wrote me two letters,
making his comments on them as he wrote.
</p>
<p>
"This," says he, "is to my bankers, the British Linen Company, placing a
credit to your name. Consult Mr. Thomson, he will know of ways; and you,
with this credit, can supply the means. I trust you will be a good husband
of your money; but in the affair of a friend like Mr. Thomson, I would be
even prodigal. Then for his kinsman, there is no better way than that you
should seek the Advocate, tell him your tale, and offer testimony; whether
he may take it or not, is quite another matter, and will turn on the D. of
A. Now, that you may reach the Lord Advocate well recommended, I give you
here a letter to a namesake of your own, the learned Mr. Balfour of
Pilrig, a man whom I esteem. It will look better that you should be
presented by one of your own name; and the laird of Pilrig is much looked
up to in the Faculty and stands well with Lord Advocate Grant. I would not
trouble him, if I were you, with any particulars; and (do you know?) I
think it would be needless to refer to Mr. Thomson. Form yourself upon the
laird, he is a good model; when you deal with the Advocate, be discreet;
and in all these matters, may the Lord guide you, Mr. David!"
</p>
<p>
Thereupon he took his farewell, and set out with Torrance for the Ferry,
while Alan and I turned our faces for the city of Edinburgh. As we went by
the footpath and beside the gateposts and the unfinished lodge, we kept
looking back at the house of my fathers. It stood there, bare and great
and smokeless, like a place not lived in; only in one of the top windows,
there was the peak of a nightcap bobbing up and down and back and forward,
like the head of a rabbit from a burrow. I had little welcome when I came,
and less kindness while I stayed; but at least I was watched as I went
away.
</p>
<p>
Alan and I went slowly forward upon our way, having little heart either to
walk or speak. The same thought was uppermost in both, that we were near
the time of our parting; and remembrance of all the bygone days sate upon
us sorely. We talked indeed of what should be done; and it was resolved
that Alan should keep to the county, biding now here, now there, but
coming once in the day to a particular place where I might be able to
communicate with him, either in my own person or by messenger. In the
meanwhile, I was to seek out a lawyer, who was an Appin Stewart, and a man
therefore to be wholly trusted; and it should be his part to find a ship
and to arrange for Alan's safe embarkation. No sooner was this business
done, than the words seemed to leave us; and though I would seek to jest
with Alan under the name of Mr. Thomson, and he with me on my new clothes
and my estate, you could feel very well that we were nearer tears than
laughter.
</p>
<p>
We came the by-way over the hill of Corstorphine; and when we got near to
the place called Rest-and-be-Thankful, and looked down on Corstorphine
bogs and over to the city and the castle on the hill, we both stopped, for
we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways
parted. Here he repeated to me once again what had been agreed upon
between us: the address of the lawyer, the daily hour at which Alan might
be found, and the signals that were to be made by any that came seeking
him. Then I gave what money I had (a guinea or two of Rankeillor's) so
that he should not starve in the meanwhile; and then we stood a space, and
looked over at Edinburgh in silence.
</p>
<p>
"Well, good-bye," said Alan, and held out his left hand.
</p>
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<p>
"Good-bye," said I, and gave the hand a little grasp, and went off down
hill.
</p>
<p>
Neither one of us looked the other in the face, nor so long as he was in
my view did I take one back glance at the friend I was leaving. But as I
went on my way to the city, I felt so lost and lonesome, that I could have
found it in my heart to sit down by the dyke, and cry and weep like any
baby.
</p>
<p>
It was coming near noon when I passed in by the West Kirk and the
Grassmarket into the streets of the capital. The huge height of the
buildings, running up to ten and fifteen storeys, the narrow arched
entries that continually vomited passengers, the wares of the merchants in
their windows, the hubbub and endless stir, the foul smells and the fine
clothes, and a hundred other particulars too small to mention, struck me
into a kind of stupor of surprise, so that I let the crowd carry me to and
fro; and yet all the time what I was thinking of was Alan at
Rest-and-be-Thankful; and all the time (although you would think I would
not choose but be delighted with these braws and novelties) there was a
cold gnawing in my inside like a remorse for something wrong.
</p>
<p>
The hand of Providence brought me in my drifting to the very doors of the
British Linen Company's bank.
</p>
<p>
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