Moreover, this son of the Auld Kirk enjoyed a hearty gla.s.s of toddy before turning in.
Leith at last!
And yonder, waiting anxiously on the quay, was Laird M"Vayne himself.
His broad smile grew broader when his boys waved their hands to him, and soon they were united once again.
CHAPTER IV.--WILD SPORTS ON MOORLAND AND ICE.
Pretty little Flora M"Vayne was half afraid of the London boy at first.
The violin won her heart, however, and before retiring for the night, when shaking hands with Frank, she nodded seriously as she told him:
"I"m not sure I sha"n"t love you soon; Viking likes you, so you must be good."
Well, Frank was an impressionable boy, and he was very much struck by the child"s innocent ways and beauty.
"I"m not sure," he said in reply, "that we won"t be sweethearts before I leave. How would you like that?"
She shook her head. "No, no," she said, "you are very nice, but you are only an English boy. Good-night!"
"Good-night!"
I do not think that any two boys were ever more glad to find themselves back once more, safely under the parental roof-tree, than Duncan and Conal. They had made many friends in London, it is true, and spent many a happy evening therein, and these they could look back to with pleasure and with a sigh; but the city and town itself, with all its strange ways, the ignorance of its lower cla.s.ses, its murdered tw.a.n.gy English, its filth and its festering iniquities--they positively shuddered when they thought of.
G.o.d seemed nowhere in London. Here in this wild and beautiful land He appeared to be everywhere.
The pure and virgin snow that clad the moors and mountains was a carpet on which angels might tread; the tiny budlets already appearing on the trees were scattered there by His own hand; yea, and the very wind that sighed and moaned through the forest was the breath of heaven.
And when the sun had gone down behind the waves of the western ocean did not
"The moon take up the wondrous tale And nightly to the listening earth Repeat the story of her birth, While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the story as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole".
Yes, in wild and silent lands, G.o.d seems very near. It was in a country like this that the immortal poet Lord Byron wrote much of his best poetry. And no bolder song did he ever pen than Loch-na-garr. Near here many of his ancestors--the Gordons--were laid to rest after the fatal field of Culloden. In one verse he says--
"Ill-starred, though brave, did no vision foreboding Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?
Ah! were ye then destined to die at Culloden, Though victory crown"d not your fall with applause.
Still were ye happy in death"s earthly slumbers, You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar, The pibroch resounds to the piper"s loud numbers Your deeds to the echoes of wild Loch-na-garr."
No wonder that, wandering amidst such soul-enthralling scenery, arrayed in the tartan of his clan, or thinking of the happy days of his boyhood, years and years afterwards he said as he sighed--
"England, thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roam"d on the mountains afar!
Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep frowning glories of dark Loch-na-garr."
But Frank Trelawney was a guest at Glenvoie, and, imbued with that spirit of hospitality for which Highlanders are so famous, the boys M"Vayne would have bitten their tongue through and through rather than say one disparaging word about England.
Nor was there any need, for tame and domestic though its scenery is, the whole history of the country, even before the Union, teems with deeds of derring-do, done by her brave sons, on many and many a blood-drenched field of battle.
As for Frank himself, he seemed not only to settle down to his life in the wilds in less than a week, but to become quite enthusiastic over "Scotland"s hills and Scotland"s dells"; and he was not slow in reminding his 42nd cousins that he too had a drop of real Highland blood in his veins.
"We"ll soon make a man of you, dear boy," said the Laird one evening.
"Now, myself, and my lads, with Vike and a setter, are going after the white hares to-morrow, and if you think yourself strong enough, we shall take you."
"Oh, I feel strong enough now for anything," replied Frank laughing.
"Mind it is terribly hard work; but there is a little snow on the ground, and we"ll be able to track the hares easily."
"I don"t think that Frank should go, Ronald," put in Mrs. M"Vayne; "the boy is far indeed from hardy, and it may exhaust him quite. You"ll stay at home with me, won"t you, Frank?"
"Yes, aunt, if you bid me, but--" He hesitated.
"Oh!" cried Duncan, "that "but" turns the scale, mother. Don"t you ask him to stay, mother. All Englishmen have pluck if they haven"t all strength. So Frank is coming."
The morning was very bright and beautiful, with just a slight "scriffen"
of snow on the ground, and the sun rose over the eastern hills in a blue-gray haze, like a ball of crimson fire, and intimated his intention of shining all day long.
Duncan and Conal were up betimes, and had got everything in readiness long before Frank came down.
A st.u.r.dy keeper would carry the bags and the luncheon they should partake of on the hill.
But the young Englishman was full of life and go. After a hearty breakfast they started; Flora standing in the porch waving her hand to them, but with tears of sorrow in her eyes because she too was not allowed to go.
Viking was daft with joy, feathering round and round in wide circles, and now and then turning Dash, the Gordon setter, over on his back in the snow.
They pa.s.sed the forest, now leafless and bare, and taking to the right, the ground soon began to rise.
The sheep under the charge of a plaided shepherd and his dog, were busy scratching away the snow to feed on gra.s.s and succulent mosses--a cold kind of breakfast, to say the least of it.
The ground rose and rose.
The dogs were kept well to heel, for indeed their services were but little needed.
Ha! here are hare-tracks!
"Take the front, Frank," said the laird; "you are the guest, and must have the first blood."
Frank"s heart beat high with excitement, and he carried the gun low with a finger on the trigger.
"Hurrah! there she tips!"
Bang! and a white hare that had essayed crossing from one broom-bush to another, was tumbled; then off darted Viking and brought her in.
"Capital shot!" said Duncan. "Now we"ll spread, and it will be every one for himself, and Viking and Dash for us all."
They lay out in skirmishing order, and marched on and up.