"It"s very true, la.s.sie," said James; "but, if we hae nae bairn to carry meal, we hae nane to eat it--let"s aye be content, woman."
James was soon provided with a clean linen bag, which he deposited in his pocket; and, crossing his arms upon his back, he set off to the neighbouring village of Lindores for the necessary supply of meal. As he was proceeding along the ridge of a natural embankment, which forms the north-eastern boundary of the loch, he saw a well-dressed young man advancing towards him. The stranger seemed to be in a hurry--at least one might have supposed so from the rapidity of his motion; but he occasionally stopped and looked down upon the frozen lake, which expanded to the sky like a mighty mirror for the pa.s.sing clouds to behold their own shadows in. After gazing for a few minutes, as if he had forgotten the length of his journey in contemplating the beauty of the prospect which extended beneath him, he would start off at a quicker pace, as if anxious to redeem the time which he had lost in gratifying an idle curiosity. When he drew near, James could easily discover, from his superior dress, slender make, and pale, meditative countenance, that he did not belong to that cla.s.s "who drudge through wet and dry with never-ceasing toil;" and, notwithstanding of his itch for conversation, he would have pa.s.sed the stranger without making any remark upon the state of the weather, the beauty of the scenery, or the antiquities of the parish. But the young man, who seemed to be as inquisitive as James was communicative, addressed him in a tone of frank cordiality, which at once removed every feeling of reserve.
After a few questions had been asked and answered, James, recollecting his errand, pulled out the bag which he had received from his wife, and, exhibiting it to his new-found acquaintance, remarked--
"I"m just gaun doon by to Sandy Laing"s here, to get twa pecks o" meal; and gin ye"ll stap at leisure for a wee, I"ll gae doon the hill wi" ye, and point oot a" the curiosities o" the place by the gate."
The stranger agreed to this proposal, and James marched off with most ungentlemanly strides to the merchant"s, from which he returned in an incredibly short time, with his meal on his back, his hat in his hand, and his body bent forward several degrees beyond its usual perpendicular position.
"Ugh!" said James, as he again came up with the stranger, "I"m clean oot o" breath wi" my hurry; but an auld body"s blast"s sune blawn, and that"s a stiff brae to climb wi" a burden; but mine"s no a heavy ane."
"Permit me to carry it a bit till you recover yourself," said the stranger, taking hold of the bag.
"Na, na, sir," said James, laughing. "I"m muckle obliged--greatly obliged, sir; but ye dinna ken the penalty o" carryin a pock o" meal yet. Only look at my back, and think hoo sic a melvyin wad suit on your fine black coat. It wad mak ye look like a miller athegither; and the ladies, whan they saw ye neist, wadna ken that it was just yersel again.
But I"ll gather wund in a wee; and, i" the meantime, as I promised to gie ye an account o" the curiosities o" the place, I"ll just begin wi"
the nearest first; and, I a.s.sure ye, if onything short o" real richteousness can hallow the dust o" the earth, we noo stand on hallowed ground. This very spot where we noo breathe bears the name o" M"Duff"s Hill; and thae auld stumps o" wa"s, that ye see lookin oot amang the gra.s.s there, are the remains o" what was ance a castle or a palace belangin to the Thanes o" Fife. It wad be a very _unpregnable_ place afore the invention o" gunpowther; for ye"ll observe that it has Lindores Loch on the south, the Dog Loch on the wast, the Boistart Loch on the north, and the Childert Loch on the east; and there"s nae doot but they wad hae ditches atween, to prevent their enemies frae gettin in upon them by surprise. I could tell ye some fine stories about the sieges and battles that hae happened here; but, as it wad tak owre muckle o" yer time, I shall just mention hoo the lochs cam to get their names. About Lindores Loch I need say naething. A"body kens that it"s just ca"ed after the little towny there, that stands on the north side o"t. But the Dog Loch"s rather a darker subject. It"s supposed to hae derived its name frae the purpose it was devoted to. In auld times, ilka great chief had twa or three packs o" hounds, for huntin boars, and deers, and men wi"; and it"s believed that the dogs frae the castle were aye driven to that loch to drink, when the chase was done; and the auld anes, that were owre sair bursten to rin again, were thrown into the middle o"t, wi" stanes about their necks, to droon. Sae, ye see, frae this circ.u.mstance it got the name o" the Dog Loch. The Boistart Loch, again, as ye"ll observe, lies atween twa hills; and when the wind blaws frae the east or the wast, it gathers into great gusts i" the glen, and maks the water jaw, and jawp, and foam like a caldron; and for this reason it has been ca"ed Boistart, or Boisterous, Loch. But there"s a better story than this connected wi" the name o" the Childert Loch; and I aye like to tell"t, on account o" the generosity that it displays, and the honour that it reflects upon oor countrywomen, wha, even in the maist savage times, werena athegither withoot some gliffins o" natural affection. It was the custom, it seems, in thae rude ages, for the leddies to engage in oot-door sports as weel as the men; and a very common amus.e.m.e.nt hereabout, wi" mothers and nurses o" a" descriptions, was the drawin o" their bairns, in a sort o" boxes or cradles, upon the smooth ice o" the loch. This diverted the women folk, and exercised the little anes, wha were thus prepared for the hardships o" the wild life that they afterwards led. Aweel, ae fine winter afternoon, as ane o" the bairns" maids frae the castle was pu"in a young Macduff, in a braw silver-mounted cradle, upon the loch, and his mother lookin at them frae the hill here--maybe frae the very place where we noo stand--the ice brak, and doon gaed the cradle, bairn and a", to the bottom o" the loch.
The puir la.s.sie, wha stood upon a stronger part o" the ice, and still had the broken leadin-strings in her hand, heard the screams o" the distracted mother, and saw the muddy water risin owre the head o" the helpless wean; and, castin a confused look around, to see if ony a.s.sistance was at hand, she plunged into the same hole; and, in tryin to save the bairn, lost hersel. The watchman on the castle-tower heard the screams o" the leddy, and saw the melancholy accident; and ae tout o"
his horn sent a hunder hardy callants to the place; but they were owre late. The bairn and his nurse were pu"ed oot o" the loch clasped in ane anither"s arms; but the life had gaen oot o" them baith. It"s said, however, that the body o" the bit la.s.sie wha had perished in tryin to save that young sprout o" n.o.bility received a" the honour that the grat.i.tude o" its high-minded parents could confer. The last act o" her life was n.o.ble, and she was buried in the same grave wi" the son o"
Macduff. But, noo that I"ve recovered my breath, we"ll be joggin awa, if ye like; for ye"ll be clean wearied oot wi" waitin upon an auld man"s havers."
"I a.s.sure you I am not," said the stranger. "I have been much delighted with your recital; and I shall never think that time lost which is spent listening to such interesting anecdotes. But, pray, what is the name of that old, grey-roofed house upon the bank, at the western extremity of the loch?"
"Ou, that"s just oor auld kirk," said James; "and a very venerable biggin it is, too. It was ance a Roman Catholic chapel; but the altar and the images hae been a" demolished; and the only vestige o"
superst.i.tion that remains noo is the cross upon the riggin, and the jugs, and a stane basin for the holy water, in the porch. But that"s a fine, solemn situation, ye"ll alloo, for a kirk; and that"s a bonny burying-ground around it, too. It"s just a pleasure to puir bodies like me to think that they hae a claim to sic a quiet inheritance, when a"
the toils and troubles o" life are past."
"Tis indeed a sweetly-retired spot," said the stranger; "and it wants only that "cheerless, unsocial plant," the sepulchral yew, to make it accord exactly to the description given by Gray in these beautiful lines of the Elegy--
"Beneath these rugged elms--that yew-tree"s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.""
"The description agrees unco weel, sir," said James; "for mony a sober Christian and mony a royit callant lie thegither below yon gra.s.sy divot, withoot bein sensible o" the company they keep. But, noo that we"re speakin o" kirks, gin y"ll just turn a wee bit to the richt wi" me, I"ll let ye see a kirk construckit by the hands o" the _Creawtor_ himsel; and, I"m sure, he has been mony a time as devootly worshipped there as ever he was in temples built by human hands."
The distance was but a few steps out of the way; and, as the stranger was enthusiastic in his desire to see every curiosity, he readily agreed to accompany James to the place. They accordingly turned into a narrow footpath, which diverged to the right, and winded among the gorse in a more southerly direction. The lake, which had been for some time concealed by a shoulder of the hill, again appeared; and the hill itself, divided into two ridges--forming a capacious amphitheatre, covered by smooth gra.s.s, and surrounded on all sides by tall broom and impenetrable furze. At the head or northern end of this dingle, the ground rises into a mound of considerable height and regularity of form; and from this mound the prospect in all directions is un.o.bstructed and extensive.
"There," said James, "is the kirk o" the Covenanters; and mony a guid sermon has been preached there, in defiance o" the winter"s cauld and the summer"s heat, and the persecution o" cruel men, that was waur to bide than them baith. In that howe stood the minister, upon a muckle stane that has been lang syne removed; and the congregation sat upon the brae around him. The sentry stood upon this knowe here, at yer richt hand; and it still bears the name o" the Watchman"s Tower. His business, as ye"ll maybe ken, was to watch for the appearance o" an enemy, and gie warnin to the preacher and his hearers to provide for their safety, by standin to their arms or takin to their heels. Mony a time I picture to mysel the confusion that wad tak place amang the women folk, when a party o" wild dragoons were seen scamperin in this direction. I think I hear the watchman fire his gun, as he rins to the congregation; I think I see the minister faulding up the Word o" G.o.d, and descendin to his audience wi" the composed dignity o" ane that has settled his account wi" time, and is prepared to dee for the doctrines he has advanced; then there is the animatin address that he delivers to his little flock, as they gather around him, wi" their swords in their richt hand, and their Bibles in the left; the tears o" their greetin wives, and dochters, and sisters, and sweethearts, fa"in thick as a simmer shower, while they stand tremblin and sabbin, and pleadin wi" their freens to flee frae the dangers o" the comin storm. I think I see them wringin their hands and rivin their hair wi" agony, when their entreaties are answered by the deliberate determination o" the auld, and the fiery resolution o" the young, wi" the fearfu a.s.surance that they will conquer or dee. I think I see that little company o" matrons and maidens retirin slowly frae the scene o" confusion; while aye noo and then some kind-hearted youth, wha convoys and comforts them, fa"s oot frae the band, and rins back to the ranks. Then they begin singin a hymn o" praise to the G.o.d o" battles, wha is able to withstand the powerfu, and protect the oppressed; and immediately--when the crack o" the guns and the clang o" the swords has convinced them that the deadly wark is indeed begun--they are kneelin doon on the gra.s.s, wi" their een turned up to heaven, and sabbin oot wordless prayers for the success and the safety o" their freens; there is that little band o" heroes, noo broken and driven back by superior numbers, noo rallyin around their leader, and returnin to the charge wi"
a shout o" triumph that maks a" the hills ring; they are noo ance mair repulsed, and nearly borne down by the heavy onset o" their mair skilfu enemies--and, just as my heart begins to tremble for their sakes, I hear the cheers o" a fresh reinforcement o" countrymen, and see their swords brandishin owre the brae, as they rush down to the a.s.sistance o" their freens, wha welcome them to the ranks wi" the inspirin war-cry o" the party, "G.o.d and oor country!" The bluidy persecutors are at last broken and dispersed afore the irresistible charge o" the united _pawtriots_; and, while they are scamperin frae the field wi" mony a toom saddle in their train, the victors are busy, devoutly offerin up thanks to Heaven for the battle they hae won.
"But this is no a", sir. I think I see the women folk returnin to the scene o" strife, to lament owre the dead, and to administer consolation to the deein. There is a puir widow supportin the lifeless head o" her husband--kissin his bluidy lips i" the agonies o" her grief, and strivin to close the gapin wounds, that gie nae mair pain to the body that bears them; a beautifu and an affectionate dochter kneelin by the side o" her expirin parent, twinin her arms around his neck, and droonin wi" her bitter lamentations the deep groans o" the deein man; a band o" sisters are noo endeavourin to bear awa the dead body o" a fair-haired striplin, wha had been the pride o" their family, and the joy o" their hearts; and there is ane there wha, though nae relation to the youth, feels his fate mair deeply than the nearest o" his kin; upon her pale face there is a fearfu struggle between modesty and grief--the last overcomes, and, forgetfu o" the presence o" ony but the dead, she clasps him in her arms, while her breast heaves and sabs like ane wha is suffocatin wi some unutterable feelin! Then there are her neebors, wha never kenned onything o" her affections, till death had divulged them, remarkin, in the language o" Scripture, "Behold how she loved him!" But, "deed, sir, I maun hae dune; for ye"ll be like to think that I"ve gane clean daft athegither wi" sae muckle nonsense; and I maun confess, that, when I get on thae auld stories, I haena guid gettin aff them again."
"I just think," said the stranger, "that, if you _had_ lived in the days of the Covenant, you would have been a most inveterate conventicler; and, to confess a truth, had I lived at the same period, I would most likely have been found in the same ranks; for, ere I arrived at that age when men are ashamed to cry, I often wept most heartily over the sufferings of the poor hillmen. But night approaches; and, as I suppose I have a long way to go before I can get a bed, I would thank you to direct me the nearest road to Cupar."
"To Cupar, sir?" said James, in surprise. "Ye dinna surely intend to gang to Cupar this nicht?"
"No," said the stranger; "I only intend to go as far as the first public-house where I can find accommodation for the night; but that will not be just at hand, I believe."
"Atweel no, sir," said James; "for there"s no a public-house on the road to Cupar nearer than John Denmill"s--and that"s at Easter Fernie a" the gate. But John"s a queer chap, and he _will_ divert ye, if ye ance get there."
"Well," said the stranger, "a good fire, a good supper, and a jolly landlord, make the best entertainment for a traveller on a winter evening."
Our two friends proceeded for a short distance farther together; and before they parted, James not only gave the young man the best instructions he could with respect to the road, but also invited him to come to his cottage, which was just at hand, and partake of some bread and cheese, a.s.suring him at the same time "that he wad get nae meat on the hill, and that his guidwife wad be as proud as a d.u.c.h.ess to hae sic a guest under her roof."
The stranger thanked James most heartily for his kindness, but civilly declined the offered entertainment. They parted with mutual esteem.
James went home with his meal, and the stranger went on his way.
By this time the sun had sunk to the verge of the horizon, and the sky, which had been previously clear, began to overcast. A fresh gale, too, sprung up from the east, and blew full in the stranger"s face. Night was approaching fast; and he had five miles to travel upon an intricate hilly road, before he could reach any place of shelter. The moon, upon which he had depended for light, now threatened to be of little service; for though she occasionally burst upon his eye through the ragged edges of the driving clouds, it was but a momentary flash, which deepened, instead of dissipating the surrounding darkness. He b.u.t.toned his coat, drew his hat closer down upon his head, and made all the speed he could against the tempest, which now blew so violently that it sometimes brought him to a dead stand; and notwithstanding of his perilous circ.u.mstances, he could not refrain from laughing at himself, as he struggled with the viewless element which opposed his progress, and whistled defiance to his vengeance.
He at length came to a place where the road divided, and, turning his back to the storm, he stood for a few minutes to recollect the instructions which he had received from his late guide. A number of little lights now caught his eye, twinkling from the cottage windows in the vale below; and as he again proceeded on his way, he could not help looking back, and indulging a momentary feeling of envy over the condition of those who were sitting warm and dry by their own firesides, while he was toiling amid the tempest. The poorest inhabitants of these cottages, thought he, are, for the present, blessed, when compared with me. They possess all the comforts of home, and perhaps do not appreciate their worth, while I am dest.i.tute of all but a deep knowledge of the value of what I do not possess.
As he advanced, the lights began to disappear. He seemed to have pa.s.sed beyond the limits of the inhabited country, and nothing was to be seen but an uncertain road before him, and darkness on every side. The storm grew wilder, and the doubtful path, which he had previously pursued, terminated in a number of little tracks, which diverged in all directions among the furze, as if they had been formed by a flock of sheep scattered over the hill in search of their pasture. He tried to retrace his steps, in the supposition that he had taken the wrong road; but a blinding shower of snow came driving with the wind, and concealed every object which might have guided him in his return. He became completely bewildered, and every moment increased his confusion. The snow began to drift; and all the stories that he had ever heard of benighted travellers lost among the hills rushed into his mind with painful distinctness. He began to run in the direction, as he supposed, of the little hamlets which he had pa.s.sed in the afternoon; but his feet got entangled among the gorse and broom which covered the hill, and he fell several times at full length among the snow. He stood still and listened, with the faint expectation that he might hear some sound which would lead him to the abodes of men. Something tinkled at a distance, between the gusts of the storm, like the ringing of a bell. He immediately shaped his course by the sound, and was glad to hear that it grew louder as he advanced. Though he could not conjecture the purpose of a bell in that deserted region, yet such it certainly was; and, as no bell will ring without motion, he trusted to find some one who would be able to direct him to a place of shelter. But, after he had walked for a considerable time, at his utmost speed, he found himself very little nearer the object of his pursuit, which seemed to retire as fast as he advanced. He again began to run, and soon had the satisfaction to find himself within a very few yards of the sound; but still he could not perceive the object from which it proceeded. The mysterious bellringer seemed to increase his speed, as if he had discovered a pursuer, and determined to elude his grasp.
The stranger was out of breath; he paused to listen. The bell still rung, and still retired, though at a less rapid rate. He had never believed in ghosts nor fairies; but this mysterious phenomenon seemed to confirm his nurse"s tales, and make "chimeras true." He was not one, however, who would shrink from phantoms without evidence of their existence.
"Honest, honest, Iago!" said he, quoting Shakspere,
"If that thou be"st a devil, I cannot kill thee."
But, devil or ghost, I will hunt thee to thy den, and if I can overtake thee, I will tread thee under my feet."
So saying, he renewed the chase, and, in a few minutes, the bell was again jingling at a fearful rate, almost among his feet. He called out to the flying mystery to stop and speak with him. No answer was made; but his words seemed to produce some effect; for in a moment more the bell was off in another direction, tinkling and jingling as loudly as ever.
"You shall not escape me thus," said the stranger, who had quite forgotten his own bewildered condition in his earnestness to discover the cause of this unaccountable noise.
He again turned, and followed the bell with his utmost speed; and, after a long pursuit, and many doublings and windings among the broom, he at length tumbled over some soft body, which rolled among his feet. He grasped it in his arms and listened. The bell had ceased to jingle, and nothing was to be heard but the howling of the wind and the rustling of the drift.
"I have you now, my boy," said the stranger; "and I will bring you to a severe reckoning for all this sport."
"Bae!" cried the terrified bellringer, struggling to escape from the rude grasp which held him.
"Bae!" said the stranger, imitating the voice of the animal. "What a silly pursuit I have been engaged in! But I am glad to find that I am not alone on these wild hills in this wild night."
The young man"s knowledge of rural economy convinced him that he had chased from his companions a poor sheep, who had been intrusted with a bell about his neck, as was the custom in many parts of the country, to enable the shepherd to discover his flock in the morning. The adventure of the renowned Don Quixote occurred to his mind, and he could not help laughing at himself even in the midst of his misery.
Both the sheep and the man were completely exhausted, and they lay still together for some time among the snow; but the piercing blast and the gathering drift soon convinced the latter that he must either renew his exertions, or perish with his fleecy companion beneath the acc.u.mulating heap. He accordingly started up, and proceeded--he knew not where. His imagination became haunted with the horrors of his condition, and the idea
"Of covered pits unfathomably deep, A dire descent, beyond the reach of frost; Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, Smoothed up with snow"--
"so paralysed his powers that he could scarcely move. But again
"The thoughts of home Rush"d on his nerves, and call"d their vigour forth."
He now found himself descending the hill-side; but whether it was the same side which he had ascended, or some other, he could not conjecture.
By this time the snow had acc.u.mulated to a considerable depth in the hollows; and he frequently plunged into it up to the middle before he was aware. He pulled out his watch to try if he could ascertain the hour; but he could not. He tried his voice, in the hope that some one might hear him, and come to his a.s.sistance; but his feeble cry died away unanswered upon the blast. His situation was a desperate one, and he resolved to make one desperate effort more for existence. He turned his back to the storm, determined to run before it as far as he was able; and, should he perish, if possible to perish upon his feet. He had not proceeded far, however, when he tumbled over a steep bank, and rolled from hillock to hillock till he reached the bottom of the den in a state of insensibility. When he again recovered, he found himself beneath the storm, stretched among the undrifted snow, which was lying about a foot deep around him, while close by his side a brawling stream was dashing over the large stones which, like him, had rolled down the hill, and rested in the bottom of the glen. "Here," thought the stranger, "I have at last found a place where I may die in peace; and it is, perhaps, better to give up the struggle, then again to rush into the tempest only to perish beneath its pitiless pelting."
What were his religious feelings in the prospect of death we know not; but his home and his friends, the grief which his early fate would occasion, and the melancholy satisfaction which they would derive from bestowing the last rites upon his lifeless remains, were present to his imagination. And, lest they should be deprived of the performance of these sadly-pleasing duties, by the ignorance of those who found him, he pulled out his pocket-book, and endeavoured to write his own name, with the name of his father"s farm, and the name of the parish in which it was situated.
While thus engaged, in that
"Hopeless certainty of mind Which makes us feel at length resign"d To _that_ which our foreboding years Presents the worst and last of fears,"