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Chapter twenty one, The Flight in the Heather the Hue
of Kornakich. Early 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
(00:20):
a shallow cave in a rock. Birches grew there in
a thin, pretty wood, which if little farther on, was
changed into a wood of pines. The burn was full
of trout, the wood of kushat. Doves on the open
side of the mountain. Beyond WAPs would be always whistling,
and cuckoos were plentiful. From the mouth of the cleft
(00:41):
we looked down upon a part of Mamour and on
the sea lock that divides that country from Appen, And
this from so great a height as made it my
continual wonder and pleasure to sit and behold them. The
name of the cleft was the Hue of Kornakich, And
although from its height and being so near upon the sea,
(01:02):
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. We slept in the cave,
making our bed of heather bushes which we cut for
that purpose, and covering our sails with Allan's greatcoat. There
was a low, concealed place in a turning of the glen,
(01:22):
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 bern. 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.
(01:45):
We spent a great part of our days at the
water side, stripped to the waist and groping about, or
as they say, beddling for these fish. The largest we
got might have been a quarter of a pound, but
they were of good flesh and flavor, and when broiled
upon the coals, lacked only a little salt to be
delicious in any by time, Alan must teach me to
(02:07):
use my sword, for my ignorance had much distressed him,
and I think besides, as I had sometimes the upper
hand of him and 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
(02:28):
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
(02:49):
though I could never in the least please my master,
I was not altogether displeased with myself. In the meantime,
you were not to suppose that we neglected our chief business,
which was to get away. It will be many a
long day, Alan said to me in our first morning,
before the radcoats think upon seeking Korinakich. So now we
(03:11):
must get words sent to James. He must find the
Siller force. And how shall we send that word? Says I.
We are here in a desert place which yet we
dare not leave. And unless you get the fowls of
the air to be your messengers, I see not what
we shall be able to do. I said Allan you're
(03:32):
a man of small contrivance, David. 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. Could you
lend me my button? Says he. It seems a strange
(03:55):
thing to ask a gift again, But I own I
am laith to cut another. I gave him the button,
whereupon he strung it on a strip of his greatcoat,
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. Now said he.
(04:16):
There is a little Klachen, what is called a hamlet
in the English, not very far from Kornakhich, and it
has the name of Koalisnikhan. 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.
You see, David, there would be money set upon our heads.
(04:37):
James himself had to set money on them. And as
for the campbells, they would never spare Siller. Where there
was a steward to be hurt. If it was otherwise,
I would go down to Koalisna Khan whatever, and trust
my life into these people's hands as lightly as I
would trust another with my glove. But being so said I,
(04:59):
being so said he, I would as lief they did
not 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 clakhan and set this that
I have been making in the window of a good
friend of mine, John Breck mac call a booman of
(05:19):
appens with all my heart, says I. And if he
finds it, what is he to think? Well, says Allan,
I wish he was a man of more penetration, for
by my troth, I'm afraid he will make little enough
of it. But this is what I have in mind.
This cross is something in the nature of the cross
(05:40):
tarry 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 himself the clan is not to rise,
but there is something. Then he will see my button,
(06:01):
and that was Duncan Stuart's. And then he will say
to himself, the son of Duncan is in the heather
and has need of me. Well, said I, it may be,
But even supposing so, there is a good deal of
heather between here and the fourth. And that is a
very true word, says Allen. But then John Breck will
(06:24):
see the sprig of birch and the sprig of pine,
and he will say to himself, if he is a
man of any penetration at all, which I misdoubt, Allan
will be lying in a wood which is both of
pines and birches, then he will think to hisself, that
is not so very right hereabout? And then he will
come and give us a look up in Kornaki. And
(06:45):
if he does not, David the devil may fly away
with him. For what I care for he will be
no wor the salt to his porridge. Amen, said I.
Drolling with him a little, You are very ingenious, but
would it not be simpler for you to write him
a few words in black and white? And that is
(07:05):
an excellent observe. Mister Balfour of Shaws, said 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.
(07:26):
So that night Alan carried down his fiery cross and
set it in the bowman'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 redcoat
come to one of the doors. On all accounts, we
lay the next day in the borders of the wood
and kept a close lookout, so that if it was
(07:49):
John Breck that came, we might be ready to guide him,
and if it was the Redcoats, we should have time
to get away. 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 Allan seen him than
he whistled. The man turned and came a little towards us,
(08:12):
than Allan 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. He
was a ragged, wild bearded man about forty, grossly disfigured
with a smallpox, and looked both dull and savage. Although
his English was very bad and broken. Yet Allan, according
(08:36):
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. Alan
would have had him carry a message to James, but
the bowman would hear of no message. She was forget it,
(08:59):
he said in his screaming voice, and would either have
a letter or wash his hands of us. I thought
Allan would be graveled at that, for we lacked the
means of writing in that desert. But he was a
man of more resources than I knew. Searched the wood
until he found the quill of a cushet dove, which
he shaped into a pen, made himself a kind of
(09:22):
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 his follows, Dear Kinsman, please send the money by
the bearer to the place he cans of your affectionate
(09:42):
cousin a s. This he entrusted to the bowman, who
promised to make what manner of speed he best could,
and carried it off with him down the hill. He
was three full days gone, but about five in the
evening of the third we heard a whistling in the wood,
which Allan answered, And presently the bowman came up the
(10:03):
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. 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
(10:24):
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.
This was all as bad as could be, and the
(10:45):
little note the bowman had carried us from Missus Stewart
was of a miserable sadness. In it. She besought Allan
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,
as she prayed heaven we could be doing with it. Lastly,
(11:09):
she said, she enclosed us one of the bills in
which we were described. 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. Allan was advertised as a small,
(11:30):
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 I as a tall,
strong lad of about eighteen, wearing an old blue coat,
(11:51):
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. Alan was
well enough pleased to see his finery so fully remembered
and set down. Only when he came to the word
(12:12):
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 became a source of safety.
Allan said I, you should change your clothes. Na troth,
(12:36):
said Allan, aDNA others a fine sight it would be
if I went back to France and a bonnet. This
put a second reflection in my mind, that if I
were to separate from Allan and his tell tale clothes,
I should be safe against a rest and might go
openly about my business. Nor was this all for suppose
(12:57):
I was arrested when I was alone, there was a
little again aainst 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. I thought of it all the more too,
when the bowman brought out a green purse with four
(13:19):
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 Queen's ferry, so that taking things in their proportion,
Allan's society was not only apparel to my life, but
(13:41):
a burden on my purse. 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. It's little enough, said Allan,
putting the purse in his pocket. But it'll do my business.
(14:04):
And now, John Breck, if you will hand me over
my button, this gentleman and me wolf be for taking
the road. But the bowman, 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
(14:26):
PERNANSO will loss it, meaning he thought he had lost it.
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 you did
since she was born. And as Alan spoke, he set
(14:47):
his hands on his knees and looked at the bowman
with a smiling mouth and that dancing light in his
eyes that meant mischief to his enemies. Perhaps the bowman
was honest enough, Perhaps he it 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
(15:08):
all at once he seemed to find that button and
handed it to Allan. Well, and it is a good
thing for the honor of the Maccalls, said Allan. 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 bowmen, for says he
(15:33):
Ye've done very well by me. I'd set your neck
at a venture, and I will always give you the
name of a good man. Lastly, the bowman took himself
off by one way, and Alan and I, getting our
chattels together, struck into another to resume our flight. End
of chapter
Chapter twenty one, The Flight in the Heather the Hue
of Kornakich. Early 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
(00:20):
a shallow cave in a rock. Birches grew there in
a thin, pretty wood, which if little farther on, was
changed into a wood of pines. The burn was full
of trout, the wood of kushat. Doves on the open
side of the mountain. Beyond WAPs would be always whistling,
and cuckoos were plentiful. From the mouth of the cleft
(00:41):
we looked down upon a part of Mamour and on
the sea lock that divides that country from Appen, And
this from so great a height as made it my
continual wonder and pleasure to sit and behold them. The
name of the cleft was the Hue of Kornakich, And
although from its height and being so near upon the sea,
(01:02):
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. We slept in the cave,
making our bed of heather bushes which we cut for
that purpose, and covering our sails with Allan's greatcoat. There
was a low, concealed place in a turning of the glen,
(01:22):
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 bern. 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.
(01:45):
We spent a great part of our days at the
water side, stripped to the waist and groping about, or
as they say, beddling for these fish. The largest we
got might have been a quarter of a pound, but
they were of good flesh and flavor, and when broiled
upon the coals, lacked only a little salt to be
delicious in any by time, Alan must teach me to
(02:07):
use my sword, for my ignorance had much distressed him,
and I think besides, as I had sometimes the upper
hand of him and 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
(02:28):
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
(02:49):
though I could never in the least please my master,
I was not altogether displeased with myself. In the meantime,
you were not to suppose that we neglected our chief business,
which was to get away. It will be many a
long day, Alan said to me in our first morning,
before the radcoats think upon seeking Korinakich. So now we
(03:11):
must get words sent to James. He must find the
Siller force. And how shall we send that word? Says I.
We are here in a desert place which yet we
dare not leave. And unless you get the fowls of
the air to be your messengers, I see not what
we shall be able to do. I said Allan you're
(03:32):
a man of small contrivance, David. 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. Could you
lend me my button? Says he. It seems a strange
(03:55):
thing to ask a gift again, But I own I
am laith to cut another. I gave him the button,
whereupon he strung it on a strip of his greatcoat,
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. Now said he.
(04:16):
There is a little Klachen, what is called a hamlet
in the English, not very far from Kornakhich, and it
has the name of Koalisnikhan. 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.
You see, David, there would be money set upon our heads.
(04:37):
James himself had to set money on them. And as
for the campbells, they would never spare Siller. Where there
was a steward to be hurt. If it was otherwise,
I would go down to Koalisna Khan whatever, and trust
my life into these people's hands as lightly as I
would trust another with my glove. But being so said I,
(04:59):
being so said he, I would as lief they did
not 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 clakhan and set this that
I have been making in the window of a good
friend of mine, John Breck mac call a booman of
(05:19):
appens with all my heart, says I. And if he
finds it, what is he to think? Well, says Allan,
I wish he was a man of more penetration, for
by my troth, I'm afraid he will make little enough
of it. But this is what I have in mind.
This cross is something in the nature of the cross
(05:40):
tarry 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 himself the clan is not to rise,
but there is something. Then he will see my button,
(06:01):
and that was Duncan Stuart's. And then he will say
to himself, the son of Duncan is in the heather
and has need of me. Well, said I, it may be,
But even supposing so, there is a good deal of
heather between here and the fourth. And that is a
very true word, says Allen. But then John Breck will
(06:24):
see the sprig of birch and the sprig of pine,
and he will say to himself, if he is a
man of any penetration at all, which I misdoubt, Allan
will be lying in a wood which is both of
pines and birches, then he will think to hisself, that
is not so very right hereabout? And then he will
come and give us a look up in Kornaki. And
(06:45):
if he does not, David the devil may fly away
with him. For what I care for he will be
no wor the salt to his porridge. Amen, said I.
Drolling with him a little, You are very ingenious, but
would it not be simpler for you to write him
a few words in black and white? And that is
(07:05):
an excellent observe. Mister Balfour of Shaws, said 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.
(07:26):
So that night Alan carried down his fiery cross and
set it in the bowman'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 redcoat
come to one of the doors. On all accounts, we
lay the next day in the borders of the wood
and kept a close lookout, so that if it was
(07:49):
John Breck that came, we might be ready to guide him,
and if it was the Redcoats, we should have time
to get away. 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 Allan seen him than
he whistled. The man turned and came a little towards us,
(08:12):
than Allan 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. He
was a ragged, wild bearded man about forty, grossly disfigured
with a smallpox, and looked both dull and savage. Although
his English was very bad and broken. Yet Allan, according
(08:36):
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. Alan
would have had him carry a message to James, but
the bowman would hear of no message. She was forget it,
(08:59):
he said in his screaming voice, and would either have
a letter or wash his hands of us. I thought
Allan would be graveled at that, for we lacked the
means of writing in that desert. But he was a
man of more resources than I knew. Searched the wood
until he found the quill of a cushet dove, which
he shaped into a pen, made himself a kind of
(09:22):
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 his follows, Dear Kinsman, please send the money by
the bearer to the place he cans of your affectionate
(09:42):
cousin a s. This he entrusted to the bowman, who
promised to make what manner of speed he best could,
and carried it off with him down the hill. He
was three full days gone, but about five in the
evening of the third we heard a whistling in the wood,
which Allan answered, And presently the bowman came up the
(10:03):
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. 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
(10:24):
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.
This was all as bad as could be, and the
(10:45):
little note the bowman had carried us from Missus Stewart
was of a miserable sadness. In it. She besought Allan
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,
as she prayed heaven we could be doing with it. Lastly,
(11:09):
she said, she enclosed us one of the bills in
which we were described. 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. Allan was advertised as a small,
(11:30):
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 I as a tall,
strong lad of about eighteen, wearing an old blue coat,
(11:51):
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. Alan was
well enough pleased to see his finery so fully remembered
and set down. Only when he came to the word
(12:12):
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 became a source of safety.
Allan said I, you should change your clothes. Na troth,
(12:36):
said Allan, aDNA others a fine sight it would be
if I went back to France and a bonnet. This
put a second reflection in my mind, that if I
were to separate from Allan and his tell tale clothes,
I should be safe against a rest and might go
openly about my business. Nor was this all for suppose
(12:57):
I was arrested when I was alone, there was a
little again aainst 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. I thought of it all the more too,
when the bowman brought out a green purse with four
(13:19):
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 Queen's ferry, so that taking things in their proportion,
Allan's society was not only apparel to my life, but
(13:41):
a burden on my purse. 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. It's little enough, said Allan,
putting the purse in his pocket. But it'll do my business.
(14:04):
And now, John Breck, if you will hand me over
my button, this gentleman and me wolf be for taking
the road. But the bowman, 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
(14:26):
PERNANSO will loss it, meaning he thought he had lost it.
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 you did
since she was born. And as Alan spoke, he set
(14:47):
his hands on his knees and looked at the bowman
with a smiling mouth and that dancing light in his
eyes that meant mischief to his enemies. Perhaps the bowman
was honest enough, Perhaps he it 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
(15:08):
all at once he seemed to find that button and
handed it to Allan. Well, and it is a good
thing for the honor of the Maccalls, said Allan. 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 bowmen, for says he
(15:33):
Ye've done very well by me. I'd set your neck
at a venture, and I will always give you the
name of a good man. Lastly, the bowman took himself
off by one way, and Alan and I, getting our
chattels together, struck into another to resume our flight. End
of chapter
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