"A" safe at the ferm?" asked Andrew quickly.
"Ay, I saw the la.s.ses into the hoose."
"Rin to the meetin" an" gie the alarm. Tell them to send Wallace an"
Quentin here wi" sax stoot men--weel airmed--an" anither sentry, for I"m gaun awa"."
Almost before the sentence was finished Ramblin" Peter was up and away, and soon the alarming cry arose from the a.s.sembly, "The dragoons are upon us!"
Instantly the Clydesdale men mounted and formed to meet the expected onset. The men of Nithsdale were not slow to follow their example, and Gordon of Earlstoun, a tried and skilful soldier, put himself at the head of a large troop of Galloway horse. Four or five companies of foot, also well armed, got ready for action, and videttes and single hors.e.m.e.n were sent out to reconnoitre. Thus, in a moment, was this a.s.sembly of worshippers transformed into a band of Christian warriors, ready to fight and die for their families and liberties.
But the alarm, as it turned out, was a false one. Glendinning, informed by spies of the nature of the gathering, was much too sagacious a warrior to oppose his small force to such overwhelming odds. He contented himself for the present with smaller game.
After continuing in the posture of defence for a considerable time, the a.s.sembly dispersed, those who were defenceless being escorted by armed parties to the barns and cottages around. As they retired from the scene the windows of heaven were opened, and the rain, which had been restrained all day, came down in torrents, and sent the Cairn and Cluden red and roaring to the sea.
But long before this dispersion took place, Andrew Black, with Quentin d.i.c.k, Will Wallace, Ramblin" Peter, and six st.u.r.dy young men, armed with sword, gun, and pistol, had hurried down the hill to succour the Mitch.e.l.ls, if need be, and see to the welfare of those who had been left behind in the farm.
CHAPTER FOUR.
THE HUNTING AND HARRYING DISPLAYED.
Being ignorant, as we have said, of the cruel murder of old Mitch.e.l.l, Ramblin" Peter"s report had not seriously alarmed Black. He concluded that the worst the troopers would do would be to rob the poor old couple of what money they found in their possession, oblige them to take the Oath of Supremacy, drink the health of King and bishops, and otherwise insult and plunder them. Knowing the Mitch.e.l.ls intimately, he had no fear that their opposition would invite severity. Being very fond of them, however, he resolved, at the risk of his life, to prevent as far as possible the threatened indignity and plunder.
"They"re a douce auld pair," he remarked to Will Wallace as they strode down the hillside together, "quiet an" peaceable, wi" naething to speak o" in the way of opeenions--somethin" like mysel"--an" willin" to let-be for let-be. But since the country has been ower-run by thae Hielanders an" sodgers, they"ve had little peace, and the auld man has gie"n them a heap o" trouble, for he"s as deaf as a post. Peter says the pairty o"
dragoons is a sma" ane, so I expect the sight o" us"ll scare them away an" prevent fechtin"."
"It may be so," said Wallace, "and of course I shall not fail you in this attempt to protect your old friends; but, to tell you the truth, I don"t quite like this readiness on the part of you Covenanters to defy the laws, however bad they may be, and to attack the King"s troops. The Bible, which you so often quote, inculcates longsuffering and patience."
"Hm! there speaks yer ignorance," returned the farmer with a dash of cynicism in his tone. "Hoo mony years, think ye, are folk to submit to tyranny an" wrang an" fierce oppression for nae sin whatever against the laws o" G.o.d or the land? Are t.w.u.n.ty, thretty, or forty years no" enough to warrant oor claim to lang-sufferin"? Does submission to law-brekin"
on the pairt o" Government, an" lang-continued, high-handed oppression frae King, courtier, an" prelate, accompanied wi" barefaced plunder and murder--does _that_ no" justifiee oor claim to patience? To a" this the Covenanters hae submitted for mony weary years withoot rebellion, except maybe in the metter o" the Pentlands, when a wheen o" us were driven to desperation. But I understand your feelin"s, lad, for I"m a man o"
peace by natur", an" would gladly submit to injustice to keep things quiet--_if possable_; but some things are _no"_ possable, an" the Bible itsel" says we"re to live peaceably wi" a" men only `as much as in us lies.""
The ex-trooper was silent. Although ignorant of the full extent of maddening persecution to which not merely the Covenanters but the people of Scotland generally had been subjected, his own limited experience told him that there was much truth in what his companion said; still, like all loyal-hearted men, he shrank from the position of antagonism to Government.
"I agree with you," he said, after a few minutes" thought, "but I have been born, I suppose, with a profound respect for law and legally const.i.tuted authority."
"Div ye think, lad," returned Black, impressively, "that naebody"s been born wi" a high respec" for law but yersel"? I suppose ye admit that the King is bound to respec" the law as weel as the people?"
"Of course I do. I am no advocate of despotism."
"Weel then," continued the farmer with energy, "in the year saxteen forty-ane, an" at ither times, kings an" parliaments hae stamped the Covenants o" Scotland as bein" pairt o" the law o" this land--whereby freedom o" conscience an" Presbyterian worship are secured to us a".
An" here comes Chairles the Second an" breks the law by sendin" that sc.o.o.ndrel the Duke o" Lauderdale here wi" full poors to dae what he likes--an" Middleton, a man wi" nae heart an" less conscience, that was raised up frae naething to be a n.o.ble, nae less! My word, n.o.bles are easy made, but they"re no" sae easy unmade! An" this Lauderdale maks a c.o.o.ncil wi" Airchbishop Sherp--a traiter and a turncoat--an" a wheen mair like himsel", and they send sodgers oot ower the land to eat us up an" cram Prelacy doon oor throats, an" curates into oor poo"pits whether we wull or no". An" that though Chairles himsel" signed the Covenant at the time he was crooned! Ca" ye _that_ law or legally const.i.tuted authority?"
Although deeply excited by this brief recital of his country"s wrongs, Black maintained the quiet expression of feature and tone of voice that were habitual to him. Further converse on the subject was interrupted by their arrival at the farm, where they found all right save that Jean and Aggie were in a state of tearful anxiety about their poor neighbours.
While the farmer was seeing to the security of his house and its arrangements, preparatory to continuing the march to the Mitch.e.l.ls"
cottage, the rest of the party stood about the front door conversing.
Will Wallace was contemplating Jean Black with no little admiration, as she moved about the house. There was something peculiarly attractive about Jean. A winsome air and native grace, with refinement of manner unusual in one of her station, would have stamped her with a powerful species of beauty even if she had not possessed in addition a modest look and fair young face.
The ex-trooper was questioning, in a dreamy way, whether he had ever before seen such a pretty and agreeable specimen of girlhood, when he experienced a shock of surprise on observing that Jean had gone to a neighbouring spring for water and was making something very like a signal to him to follow her.
The surprise was mingled with an uncomfortable feeling of regret, for the action seemed inconsistent with the maiden"s natural modesty.
"Forgie me, sir," she said, "for being so bold, but oh! sir, if ye knew how anxious I am about Uncle Black, ye would understand--he is wanted so much, an" there"s them in the hidy-hole that would fare ill if he was taken to prison just now. If--ye--would--"
"Well, Jean," said Will, sympathising with the struggle it evidently cost the girl to speak to him--"don"t hesitate to confide in me. What would you have me do?"
"Only to keep him back frae the sodgers if ye can. He"s such an awfu"
man to fecht when he"s roosed, that he"s sure to kill some o" them if he"s no" killed himsel". An" it"ll be ruin to us a" an" to the Mitch.e.l.ls too, if--"
She was interrupted at this point by Black himself calling her name.
"Trust me," said Wallace earnestly, "I understand what you wish, and will do my best to prevent evil."
A grateful look was all the maiden"s reply as she hurried away.
Our hero"s perplexity as to how this promise was to be fulfilled was, however, needless, for on reaching the Mitch.e.l.ls" hut it was found that the troopers had already left the place; but the state of things they had left behind them was enough to stir deeply the pity and the indignation of the party.
Everything in confusion--broken furniture, meal and grain scattered on the floor, open chests and cupboards--told that the legalised brigands had done their worst. Poor Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l had objected to nothing that they said or did or proposed to her. She feebly drank the health of King and prelates when bidden to do so, and swore whatever test-oaths they chose to apply to her till they required her to admit that the King was lord over the kirk and the conscience. Then her spirit fired, and with a firm voice she declared that no king but Christ should rule over her kirk or conscience--to which she boldly added that she _had_ attended conventicles, and would do so again!
Having obtained all they wanted, the dragoons went away, leaving the old woman among the ruins of her home, for they probably did not consider it worth while carrying off a prisoner who would in all likelihood have died on the road to prison.
In the midst of all the noise and confusion it had struck the old woman as strange that they never once asked about her husband. After they had gone, however, the arrival of two neighbours bearing his dead body revealed the terrible reason. She uttered no cry when they laid his corpse on the floor, but sat gazing in horror as if turned to stone.
Thus Black and his friends found her.
She could not be roused to speak, and looked, after a few minutes, like one who had not realised the truth.
In this state she was conveyed to Black"s cottage and handed over to Jean, whom every one seemed intuitively to regard as her natural comforter. The poor child led her into her own room, sat down beside her on the bed, laid the aged head on her sympathetic bosom and sobbed as if her heart was breaking. But no response came from the old woman, save that once or twice she looked up feebly and said, "Jean, dear, what ails ye?"
In the Council Chamber at Edinburgh, Lauderdale, learning on one occasion that many persons both high and low had refused to take the bond already referred to, which might well have been styled the bond of slavery, bared his arm in fury, and, smiting the table with his fist, swore with a terrific oath that he would "force them to take the bond."
What we have described is a specimen of the manner in which the force was sometimes applied. The heartless despot and his clerical coadjutors had still to learn that tyranny has not yet forged the weapon that can separate man from his G.o.d.
"What think ye noo?" asked Andrew Black, turning to Wallace with a quiet but stern look, after old Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l had been carried in, "what think ye _noo_, lad, o" us Covenanters an" oor lack o" lang-sufferin" an" oor defyin" the laws? Aren"t these laws we _ought_ to defy, but havena properly defied yet, laws illegally made by a perjured King and an upstart c.o.o.ncil?"
"Mr. Black," said the ex-trooper, seizing his companion"s hand with an iron grip, "from this day forward I am with you--heart and soul."
Little did Wallace think, when he came to this decision, that he had still stronger reason for his course of action than he was aware of at the moment.
It was night when Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l was brought into the farm-house, and preparations were being made for a hasty meal, when Ramblin" Peter came in with the news that a number of people in the Lanarkshire district had been intercommuned and driven from their homes--amongst others David Spence, Will Wallace"s uncle, with whom his mother had taken up her abode.
The distracted looks of poor Wallace on hearing this showed the powerful effect the news had upon him.
"Keep yersel" quiet, noo," said Black in an encouraging tone, as he took the youth"s arm and led him out of the house. "These are no" times to let our hearts rin awa wi" oor heids. Yer mither must be looked after; but i" the meantime let me tell ye that yer uncle Daavid is a douce, cliver felly, an" fears naething i" this warld. If he did, he wadna be amang the intercommuned. Be sure he"s no" the man to leave his sister Maggie in trouble. Of course ye"ll be wantin" to be aff to look after her."
"Of course--instantly," said Wallace.
"Na. Ye"ll hae yer supper first--an" a guid ain--for ye"ll need it.
Have patience, noo, an" listen to me, for I"ll do the very best I can for ye in this strait--an" it"s no muckle ye can do for yersel" withoot help."