"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!""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.""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 Ican find time and leisure for a bit of hunting,there grows not enough heather in all Scotland to hide him from my vengeance!""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?""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.""Opinion here or opinion there,"said I,"it's a kent thing that Christianity forbids revenge.""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.""Ay"said I,"come to that."
"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!""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.""Ye're a good lad in a fight,"said Alan;"but,man!ye have Whig blood in ye!"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.
"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.
"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[17]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?"
And with this Alan fell into a muse,and for a long time sate very sad and silent.
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.
[17]Careful.
