Night 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.
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.
"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."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.
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.
"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 Iam thinking it will be the better for his health if we give his name the go-by."James of the Glens turned to me for a moment,and greeted me courteously enough;the next he had turned to Alan.
"This has been a dreadful accident,"he cried."It will bring trouble on the country."And he wrung his hands.
"Hoots!"said Alan,"ye must take the sour with the sweet,man.
Colin Roy is dead,and be thankful for that!""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[21]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."
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,Isuppose 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.
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.
"What's that the lassie has?"he asked.
"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.""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.
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.
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."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.
"Are you gone gyte?"[22]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.
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.Iwas 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.
