AN UNEXPECTED ALLY APPEARS
The Baron returned at the dinner-hour,
and had in a great measure recovered his composure
and good-humour. He not only confirmed the stories
which Edward had heard from Rose and Bailie Macwheeble,
but added many anecdotes from his own experience,
concerning the state of the Highlands and their inhabitants.
The chiefs he pronounced to be, in general, gentlemen
of great honour and high pedigree, whose word was
accounted as a law by all those of their own sept,
or clan. ‘It did not indeed,’ he said,
’become them, as had occurred in late instances,
to propone their prosapia, a lineage which rested
for the most part on the vain and fond rhymes of their
seannachies or bhairds, as aequiponderate with the
evidence of ancient charters and royal grants of antiquity,
conferred upon distinguished houses in the Low Country
by divers Scottish monarchs; nevertheless, such was
their outrecuidance and presumption, as to undervalue
those who possessed such evidents, as if they held
their lands in a sheep’s skin.’
This, by the way, pretty well explained
the cause of quarrel between the Baron and his Highland
ally. But he went on to state so many curious
particulars concerning the manners, customs, and habits
of this patriarchal race that Edward’s curiosity
became highly interested, and he inquired whether
it was possible to make with safety an excursion into
the neighbouring Highlands, whose dusky barrier of
mountains had already excited his wish to penetrate
beyond them. The Baron assured his guest that
nothing would be more easy, providing this quarrel
were first made up, since he could himself give him
letters to many of the distinguished chiefs, who would
receive him with the utmost courtesy and hospitality.
While they were on this topic, the
door suddenly opened, and, ushered by Saunders Saunderson,
a Highlander, fully armed and equipped, entered the
apartment. Had it not been that Saunders acted
the part of master of the ceremonies to this martial
apparition, without appearing to deviate from his usual
composure, and that neither Mr. Bradwardine nor Rose
exhibited any emotion, Edward would certainly have
thought the intrusion hostile. As it was, he
started at the sight of what he had not yet happened
to see, a mountaineer in his full national costume.
The individual Gael was a stout, dark, young man,
of low stature, the ample folds of whose plaid added
to the appearance of strength which his person exhibited.
The short kilt, or petticoat, showed his sinewy and
clean-made limbs; the goatskin purse, flanked by the
usual defences, a dirk and steel-wrought pistol, hung
before him; his bonnet had a short feather, which
indicated his claim to be treated as a duinhe-wassel,
or sort of gentleman; a broadsword dangled by his
side, a target hung upon his shoulder, and a long
Spanish fowling-piece occupied one of his hands.
With the other hand he pulled off his bonnet, and
the Baron, who well knew their customs, and the proper
mode of addressing them, immediately said, with an
air of dignity, but without rising, and much, as Edward
thought, in the manner of a prince receiving an embassy,
’Welcome, Evan Dhu Maccombich; what news from
Fergus Mac-Ivor Vich lan Vohr?’
‘Fergus Mac-Ivor Vich lan Vohr,’
said the ambassador, in good English, ’greets
you well, Baron of Bradwardine and Tully-Veolan, and
is sorry there has been a thick cloud interposed between
you and him, which has kept you from seeing and considering
the friendship and alliances that have been between
your houses and forebears of old; and he prays you
that the cloud may pass away, and that things may
be as they have been heretofore between the clan Ivor
and the house of Bradwardine, when there was an egg
between them for a flint and a knife for a sword.
And he expects you will also say, you are sorry for
the cloud, and no man shall hereafter ask whether
it descended from the bill to the valley, or rose
from the valley to the hill; for they never struck
with the scabbard who did not receive with the sword,
and woe to him who would lose his friend for the stormy
cloud of a spring morning.’
To this the Baron of Bradwardine answered
with suitable dignity, that he knew the chief of Clan
Ivor to be a well-wisher to the King, and he was sorry
there should have been a cloud between him and any
gentleman of such sound principles, ’for when
folks are banding together, feeble is he who hath
no brother.’
This appearing perfectly satisfactory,
that the peace between these august persons might
be duly solemnised, the Baron ordered a stoup of usquebaugh,
and, filling a glass, drank to the health and prosperity
of Mac-Ivor of Glennaquoich; upon which the Celtic
ambassador, to requite his politeness, turned down
a mighty bumper of the same generous liquor, seasoned
with his good wishes to the house of Bradwardine.
Having thus ratified the preliminaries
of the general treaty of pacification, the envoy retired
to adjust with Mr. Macwheeble some subordinate articles
with which it was not thought necessary to trouble
the Baron. These probably referred to the discontinuance
of the subsidy, and apparently the Bailie found means
to satisfy their ally, without suffering his master
to suppose that his dignity was compromised.
At least, it is certain, that after the plenipotentiaries
had drunk a bottle of brandy in single drams, which
seemed to have no more effect upon such seasoned vessels
than if it had been poured upon the two bears at the
top of the avenue, Evan Dhu Maccombich, having possessed
himself of all the information which he could procure
respecting the robbery of the preceding night, declared
his intention to set off immediately in pursuit of
the cattle, which he pronounced to be ’no that
far off; they have broken the bone,’ he observed,
’but they have had no tune to suck the marrow.’
Our hero, who had attended Evan Dhu
during his perquisitions, was much struck with the
ingenuity which he displayed in collecting information,
and the precise and pointed conclusions which he drew
from it. Evan Dhu, on his part, was obviously
flattered with the attention of Waverley, the interest
he seemed to take in his inquiries, and his curiosity
about the customs and scenery of the Highlands.
Without much ceremony he invited Edward to accompany
him on a short walk of ten or fifteen miles into the
mountains, and see the place where the cattle were
conveyed to; adding, ’If it be as I suppose,
you never saw such a place in your life, nor ever
will, unless you go with me or the like of me.’
Our hero, feeling his curiosity considerably
excited by the idea of visiting the den of a Highland
Cacus, took, however, the precaution to inquire if
his guide might be trusted. He was assured that
the invitation would on no account have been given
had there been the least danger, and that all he had
to apprehend was a little fatigue; and, as Evan proposed
he should pass a day at his Chieftain’s house
in returning, where he would be sure of good accommodation
and an excellent welcome, there seemed nothing very
formidable in the task he undertook. Rose, indeed,
turned pale when she heard of it; but her father,
who loved the spirited curiosity of his young friend,
did not attempt to damp it by an alarm of danger which
really did not exist, and a knapsack, with a few necessaries,
being bound on the shoulders of a sort of deputy gamekeeper,
our hero set forth with a fowling-piece in his hand,
accompanied by his new friend Evan Dhu, and followed
by the gamekeeper aforesaid, and by two wild Highlanders,
the attendants of Evan, one of whom had upon his shoulder
a hatchet at the end of a pole, called a Lochaber-axe,
[Footnote: See Note 14] and the other a long
ducking-gun. Evan, upon Edward’s inquiry,
gave him to understand that this martial escort was
by no means necessary as a guard, but merely, as he
said, drawing up and adjusting his plaid with an air
of dignity, that he might appear decently at Tully-Veolan,
and as Vich Ian Vohr’s foster-brother ought to
do. ‘Ah!’ said he, ’if you
Saxon duinhe-wassel (English gentleman) saw but the
Chief with his tail on!’
‘With his tail on?’ echoed Edward in some
surprise.
’Yes—that is, with
all his usual followers, when he visits those of the
same rank. There is,’ he continued, stopping
and drawing himself proudly up, while he counted upon
his fingers the several officers of his chief’s
retinue; ’there is his hanchman, or right-hand
man; then his bard, or poet; then his bladier, or orator,
to make harangues to the great folks whom he visits;
then his gilly-more, or armour-bearer, to carry his
sword and target, and his gun; then his gilly-casfliuch,
who carries him on his back through the sikes and
brooks; then his gilly-comstrian, to lead his horse
by the bridle in steep and difficult paths; then his
gilly-trushharnish, to carry his knapsack; and the
piper and the piper’s man, and it may be a dozen
young lads beside, that have no business, but are
just boys of the belt, to follow the Laird and do
his honour’s bidding.’
‘And does your Chief regularly
maintain all these men?’ demanded Waverley.
‘All these?’ replied Evan;
’ay, and many a fair head beside, that would
not ken where to lay itself, but for the mickle barn
at Glennaquoich.’
With similar tales of the grandeur
of the Chief in peace and war, Evan Dhu beguiled the
way till they approached more closely those huge mountains
which Edward had hitherto only seen at a distance.
It was towards evening as they entered one of the tremendous
passes which afford communication between the high
and low country; the path, which was extremely steep
and rugged, winded up a chasm between two tremendous
rocks, following the passage which a foaming stream,
that brawled far below, appeared to have worn for
itself in the course of ages. A few slanting beams
of the sun, which was now setting, reached the water
in its darksome bed, and showed it partially, chafed
by a hundred rocks and broken by a hundred falls.
The descent from the path to the stream was a mere
precipice, with here and there a projecting fragment
of granite, or a scathed tree, which had warped its
twisted roots into the fissures of the rock.
On the right hand, the mountain rose above the path
with almost equal inaccessibility; but the hill on
the opposite side displayed a shroud of copsewood,
with which some pines were intermingled.
‘This,’ said Evan, ’is
the pass of Bally-Brough, which was kept in former
times by ten of the clan Donnochie against a hundred
of the Low-Country carles. The graves of the
slain are still to be seen in that little corrie,
or bottom, on the opposite side of the burn; if your
eyes are good, you may see the green specks among
the heather. See, there is an earn, which you
Southrons call an eagle. You have no such birds
as that in England. He is going to fetch his
supper from the Laird of Bradwardine’s braes,
but I ’ll send a slug after him.’
He fired his piece accordingly, but
missed the superb monarch of the feathered tribes,
who, without noticing the attempt to annoy him, continued
his majestic flight to the southward. A thousand
birds of prey, hawks, kites, carrion-crows, and ravens,
disturbed from the lodgings which they had just taken
up for the evening, rose at the report of the gun,
and mingled their hoarse and discordant notes with
the echoes which replied to it, and with the roar
of the mountain cataracts. Evan, a little disconcerted
at having missed his mark, when he meant to have displayed
peculiar dexterity, covered his confusion by whistling
part of a pibroch as he reloaded his piece, and proceeded
in silence up the pass.
It issued in a narrow glen, between
two mountains, both very lofty and covered with heath.
The brook continued to be their companion, and they
advanced up its mazes, crossing them now and then,
on which occasions Evan Dhu uniformly offered the
assistance of his attendants to carry over Edward;
but our hero, who had been always a tolerable pedestrian,
declined the accommodation, and obviously rose in
his guide’s opinion, by showing that he did not
fear wetting his feet. Indeed he was anxious,
so far as he could without affectation, to remove
the opinion which Evan seemed to entertain of the
effeminacy of the Lowlanders, and particularly of
the English.
Through the gorge of this glen they
found access to a black bog, of tremendous extent,
full of large pit-holes, which they traversed with
great difficulty and some danger, by tracks which
no one but a Highlander could have followed. The
path itself, or rather the portion of more solid ground
on which the travellers half walked, half waded, was
rough, broken, and in many places quaggy and unsound.
Sometimes the ground was so completely unsafe that
it was necessary to spring from one hillock to another,
the space between being incapable of bearing the human
weight. This was an easy matter to the Highlanders,
who wore thin-soled brogues fit for the purpose, and
moved with a peculiar springing step; but Edward began
to find the exercise, to which he was unaccustomed,
more fatiguing than he expected. The lingering
twilight served to show them through this Serbonian
bog, but deserted them almost totally at the bottom
of a steep and very stony hill, which it was the travellers’
next toilsome task to ascend. The night, however,
was pleasant, and not dark; and Waverley, calling up
mental energy to support personal fatigue, held on
his march gallantly, though envying in his heart his
Highland attendants, who continued, without a symptom
of abated vigour, the rapid and swinging pace, or
rather trot, which, according to his computation, had
already brought them fifteen miles upon their journey.
After crossing this mountain and descending
on the other side towards a thick wood, Evan Dhu held
some conference with his Highland attendants, in consequence
of which Edward’s baggage was shifted from the
shoulders of the gamekeeper to those of one of the
gillies, and the former was sent off with the other
mountaineer in a direction different from that of the
three remaining travellers. On asking the meaning
of this separation, Waverley was told that the Lowlander
must go to a hamlet about three miles off for the
night; for unless it was some very particular friend,
Donald Bean Lean, the worthy person whom they supposed
to be possessed of the cattle, did not much approve
of strangers approaching his retreat. This seemed
reasonable, and silenced a qualm of suspicion which
came across Edward’s mind when he saw himself,
at such a place and such an hour, deprived of his
only Lowland companion. And Evan immediately afterwards
added,’that indeed he himself had better get
forward, and announce their approach to Donald Bean
Lean, as the arrival of a sidier roy (red soldier)
might otherwise be a disagreeable surprise.’
And without waiting for an answer, in jockey phrase,
he trotted out, and putting himself to a very round
pace, was out of sight in an instant.
Waverley was now left to his own meditations,
for his attendant with the battle-axe spoke very little
English. They were traversing a thick, and, as
it seemed, an endless wood of pines, and consequently
the path was altogether indiscernible in the murky
darkness which surrounded them. The Highlander,
however, seemed to trace it by instinct, without the
hesitation of a moment, and Edward followed his footsteps
as close as he could.
After journeying a considerable time
in silence, he could not help asking, ‘Was it
far to the end of their journey?’
’Ta cove was tree, four mile;
but as duinhe-wassel was a wee taiglit, Donald could,
tat is, might—would—should send
ta curragh.’
This conveyed no information.
The curragh which was promised might be a man, a horse,
a cart, or chaise; and no more could be got from the
man with the battle-axe but a repetition of ’Aich
ay! ta curragh.’
But in a short time Edward began to
conceive his meaning, when, issuing from the wood,
he found himself on the banks of a large river or
lake, where his conductor gave him to understand they
must sit down for a little while. The moon, which
now began to rise, showed obscurely the expanse of
water which spread before them, and the shapeless
and indistinct forms of mountains with which it seemed
to be surrounded. The cool and yet mild air of
the summer night refreshed Waverley after his rapid
and toilsome walk; and the perfume which it wafted
from the birch trees, [Footnote: It is not the
weeping birch, the most common species in the Highlands,
but the woolly-leaved Lowland birch, that is distinguished
by this fragrance.] bathed in the evening dew, was
exquisitely fragrant.
He had now time to give himself up
to the full romance of his situation. Here he
sate on the banks of an unknown lake, under the guidance
of a wild native, whose language was unknown to him,
on a visit to the den of some renowned outlaw, a second
Robin Hood, perhaps, or Adam o’ Gordon, and
that at deep midnight, through scenes of difficulty
and toil, separated from his attendant, left by his
guide. What a variety of incidents for the exercise
of a romantic imagination, and all enhanced by the
solemn feeling of uncertainty at least, if not of
danger! The only circumstance which assorted
ill with the rest was the cause of his journey—the
Baron’s milk-cows! this degrading incident he
kept in the background.
While wrapt in these dreams of imagination,
his companion gently touched him, and, pointing in
a direction nearly straight across the lake, said,
‘Yon’s ta cove.’ A small point
of light was seen to twinkle in the direction in which
he pointed, and, gradually increasing in size and
lustre, seemed to flicker like a meteor upon the verge
of the horizon. While Edward watched this phenomenon,
the distant dash of oars was heard. The measured
sound approached near and more near, and presently
a loud whistle was heard in the same direction.
His friend with the battle-axe immediately whistled
clear and shrill, in reply to the signal, and a boat,
manned with four or five Highlanders, pushed for a
little inlet, near which Edward was sitting.
He advanced to meet them with his attendant, was immediately
assisted into the boat by the officious attention
of two stout mountaineers, and had no sooner seated
himself than they resumed their oars, and began to
row across the lake with great rapidity.