"My good woman," said I, in the most soothing manner I could, "do, for charity, open the door. We are like to perish from fatigue, and can proceed no further. You shall be paid whatever you ask for any accommodation you can afford, were it only to sit by your fire until daybreak."
After some time spent in entreaties, the door was cautiously opened by a female, who held a small lamp in her hand, and we were ushered into a small apartment--not the same we had seen, but a dark and uncomfortable place. She appeared to be greatly alarmed, and requested us not to make any noise, or to speak loud, whatever we heard, or we might bring her into danger for her humanity, and ourselves into greater hazard. We would, she added, have ourselves alone to blame for any evil that might follow. Taking the lamp with her, she retired, saying she would bring us refreshments in a few minutes. We now regretted being admitted into this mysterious shelter; yet the looks of the woman--the younger of the two we had seen from the back of the house--were soft and sweet, rather inclining to melancholy. We had no time to communicate our suspicions before her return. She set before us a bottle containing some brandy, a jug of water, and a sufficient quant.i.ty of bread and cheese; and urged us to make haste and retire to bed. Having filled a gla.s.s of the liquor, she gave it to Malcolm. He drank it off at once, with great pleasure. My eyes were upon her. I saw a shade of anxiety on her countenance, succeeded by a look of satisfaction, when he returned the empty gla.s.s. I cannot account for it, but a suspicion came upon me that there was more in the giving of the liquor than courtesy; and I resolved not to taste it. She filled out the same quant.i.ty for me; but I declined it. Her look changed--she became embarra.s.sed--and she requested me to take it, as it was to do me good. There was a something in the tone of her voice, and a benignity in her manner, that almost did away with my suspicions. I took the gla.s.s in my hand, and, requesting her to fill a cup of water for me, lifted the gla.s.s to my head. While she poured the water, I emptied the liquor into the bosom of my vest, placed, by the same movement, the gla.s.s to my mouth, and, returning it to her, drank off the water. She immediately retired; saying, with a smile, in which there was much of good nature--
"I am sorry for your poor accommodation. Good night!"
I now began to reflect upon my situation. Fear predominated. I had been led into it I scarce knew how. I blamed myself for entering; yet I was not aware of what was to take place in it. We were, unarmed and fatigued, on a part of the coast I knew not where. I looked to my watch; it wanted a few minutes of twelve; we had not been one quarter of an hour under the roof. I looked at Malcolm, by the feeble light of the lamp, wondering why he neither moved nor spoke. He was in a dead sleep, leaning upon his high-backed wooden chair. I attempted to rouse him, in vain, by shaking him. That the brandy had been drugged, I was now convinced. My heart sank within me. I glanced round, for means to escape, and procure help to rescue my faithful servant; but there was neither window nor fireplace in the small room in which we were. I placed my hand upon the door, to rush into the other apartment; but the recollection of the man I had seen, the suspicion that there might be more in the house, and the girl"s warning, detained me. As I stood, sweating with agony, I heard voices in conversation in the other apartment.
"Mary," said the old woman, "ye are owre softhearted for the trade we are engaged in. Ye will, some time or ither, rue yer failing."
"Mither," was the reply, "I may rue it, but ne"er repent it. I couldna, for the life o" me, keep twa human creatures pleading for shelter, wha kendna whar to gang in a mirk nicht like this. Did I do wrang, Jamie?"
"I fear you have, Mary," said the man. "If Captain Bately finds them here when he arrives--he is such a devil!--I know not what he may do to them; he is so jealous and fearful of informers; and, this trip, he has a rich cargo for the Glasgow merchants."
"I"m no feared, if ye dinna inform yersel," said the daughter; "for I hae given them baith a dram o" the Dutchman"s bottle, that will keep them quiet aneugh, or I"m sair cheated; for it"s nae weaker for me."
At this period of the conversation, I heard the tramp of horses" feet and the voices of several men approaching the house. The door was opened without knocking, and several men entered. One of them demanded if all was right.
"Sae far as I hae heard, captain," said the old woman.
"So far good, old mother," replied he. "James, have you seen our agent from Glasgow?--how goes it there?"
"All right, captain," said James.
"I will then make a good run of it," rejoined the other. "But I was nearly making a bad one. Two of these land-sharks were watching our motions under the rocks; fortunately, they were observed, and put out of the way in time. All had been up with me this trip, had they got back to Largs before we were cleared. Come, lads, bait your horses quickly; we have a long way through the muirs ere dawn."
He was interrupted by the sc.r.a.ping and furious barking of a dog at the door where I stood listening. My heart leaped as if it would burst, my temples throbbed, and my ears rung; yet my presence of mind did not forsake me. Imitating Malcolm, I placed myself in my chair, and feigned myself dead asleep.
So many voices spoke at once that I could not make out a word that was said, except imprecations and entreaties. The lamp still burned upon the table before me. The door opened, and the captain entered, accompanied by several others.
"Dear captain," said Mary, "they are not informers--they are strangers, and fast asleep. Harm them not, for mercy"s sake!"
"Silly wench!" replied the captain. "Peace!--I say, peace! These are the same rascals who were watching us this whole afternoon. How the devil came they here, if they have not some knowledge of our proceedings? Look to your arms, my lads! We will shew them they have caught a Tartar." I heard one pistol c.o.c.ked, then another. How I restrained myself from shewing my agitation I know not; I was nearly fainting.
"Captain," cried Mary, "you shall not harm them, or you must do to me as you do to them. You are as safe as ye were before I let them in. Do ye no see they are dead asleep?--try them, and believe me for aince, like a good fellow."
"I don"t wish to do more than is necessary for my own safety," said he; "perhaps they are not what I take them for; but fellows will talk of what they see." Taking Malcolm by the shoulder, he gave him a shake, as I saw through between my eyelids, nearly closed. "Fellow," he cried, "who are you?" Malcolm neither heard nor felt him; so powerful had the opiate been. He pa.s.sed the lamp before his eyes, and made a blow at his head with the but-end of his pistol. Malcolm moved not a muscle of his face. He was satisfied. After pa.s.sing the lamp so close before my eyes that one of my eyebrows was nearly singed by the flame, he set it slowly upon the table, and I felt the muzzle of the pistol touch my temple. I moved not a muscle of my face. It was withdrawn, and I heard him pace the room for a moment, muttering curses at the young woman, who endeavoured to soothe his rage. No other person spoke. He paused at length, and, lifting the lamp, held it again to my face.
"I am satisfied--all is right," said he; "but, if you dare again, Mary, to do the same, you and your mother may go hang for me--that"s all.
Come, boys, be moving--we lose time." In a few minutes afterwards, I heard the sound of their horses" feet leaving the house. My lungs recovered their elasticity; I breathed more freely. Mary entered, and, lifting the lamp to remove it, looked upon us in tears. I would have spoken, but refrained, lest I had given farther alarm and uneasiness to one so kind and humane. She looked upon us, smiling through her tears.
"Poor men!" she said, "yer hearts were at ease when mine, for your sake and my ain, was like to break; yet, I dinna think he wad killed ye, devil as he is, if ye didna fight wi" him; but he wad carried ye awa to Holland, or France; and then what wad yer puir wives, if ye hae them, hae suffered, no kenning what had come owre ye? Oh, that I could but get free o" them, and Jamie gie up this way o" life!" (A heavy sigh followed.) "But ye are sleeping sound and sweet, when I am sleepless. O Jamie, will ye no leave thae night adventures, and be content wi what ye can earn through the day?" She gently shut the door as she retired, and all became still as death. With a feeling of security I laid myself upon the bed, and soon fell into a profound sleep. It was late in the morning ere I awoke. Malcolm was awake; his movements had roused me. He was still confused from the effects of the opiate, and was gazing wildly around the apartment. After taking a heavy draught of the water, he became quite collected. I rose, and we entered the larger part of the cottage, where the mother and daughter were busy preparing breakfast.
After the usual salutations, and an apology for the badness of our lodging, I inquired how far we were from Largs, and was informed it was about three miles from where we were. Feeling myself much indisposed, and threatened with a severe cold, I resolved to return home as direct as I could, not choosing to run the risk of any more such adventures. I despatched Malcolm to the inn, to prevent the horses being sent off to Dumbarton, and to bring them as quick as possible to where I now was.
During his stay, I became more and more interested in the gentle Mary.
She was not in the least embarra.s.sed, as she thought that I was unconscious of what had pa.s.sed through the night. I felt it would be a cruel return for her kindness to mention it, and alarm her fears for her lover, for such I supposed him to be. I could have gained no object by doing so. I already knew, from what I had heard, that she was connected with a band of smugglers, whose calling she loathed.
There was a firmness of purpose, mixed with her gentleness, displayed during the time the band and their captain were in the house, which shewed I could gain no information as to them, from her; neither did I feel any anxiety to know more than I did, or ever to be in their company again. Had I had the wish to give information of the lawless band, I could only inform as to the females; the others had managed so well I could not have identified one of them.
At length my horses arrived, and I prepared to depart. As I took my leave, I put five guineas into the hand of Mary. She looked at the sum, then at me, and refused to accept any remuneration for our shelter.
"Keep it," said I, "to enable you to induce James to quit his dangerous trade." She blushed, trembled, and then became pale as death. My heart smote me for what I had said. She gave me such an anxious, imploring look, as her trembling lips murmured--
"Oh, what shall I do?"
"Fear nothing, Mary, from me; I owe you much more for your goodness of heart. If you and James will come to reside near Allan Gow, he shall do all in his power to a.s.sist you." Amidst blessings from the mother, and the silent grat.i.tude of the daughter, I rode off, on my way to Glasgow, and on the following day was under my parents" roof.
It is now many years since then. James and Mary are settled in the neighbourhood, and prosperous. Malcolm is still with me; but whether servant or companion, I can scarce tell at times. When my strange imaginations come upon me--for I have never been, for any length of time free from them--he is almost master of my small establishment.
THE YOUNG LAIRD.[5]
In one of the midland counties of Scotland lies the estate of Sir Patrick Felspar. On this estate, and on the southern declivity of a moderately-high hill, stood, about thirty years ago, two old-fashioned farmsteads, called Nettlebank and Sunnybraes, of which, as we have a long story to tell, we can only say that the former--being the largest--was tenanted by Mr. Black, and the latter by William Chrighton; that the family of the one consisted of a boy and a girl called _Gilbert_ and _Nancy_; and that the other was the father of an only son, named _George_.
The harvest had been concluded, and preparations were making for lifting the potato crop, when Mrs. Black was taken ill of a fever; and her husband, on discovering that she was seriously indisposed, after sending the servant girl to "tell Elspeth Roger that her mistress wished to speak with her," left the house, to which he did not return for several days. Elspeth, who was the wife of one of the farm servants, being thus sent for, hastened to her mistress"s presence. On entering the room, and seeing the state of the sufferer, she saw at once that a sick nurse was indispensable; and, though she had herself a husband and two children to attend to, and, consequently, could be but ill spared from her own house, she readily offered her services, and was accepted.
By her advice, medical a.s.sistance was immediately procured; and the kind-hearted matron continued to attend the sick-bed of her mistress, night and day, for three weeks, during which period Mr. Black was seldom at home. Hitherto, the doctor had entertained hopes of his patient"s recovery; but, on the eighteenth day, to Elspeth"s anxious inquiries, he only shook his head, and bade her "not be surprised whatever should happen." His words were deemed ominous: a messenger was despatched to bring Mr. Black home; and, on the following day, his wife died. Upon this sad occasion, Nancy seemed to be the only real mourner; for, though her father and brother hung their heads, and looked demure for a day or two, even the semblance of sorrow vanished before the exciting potations which they swallowed at the _dregy_.[6] Nancy, however, did feel the loss of her mother, and mourned it as deeply as her young heart could.
And, as she had been oftener than once rebuked with great severity by her remaining parent, for what he called her _blubbering_, when grief overcame her she frequently sought a hiding place for her tears in the house of Elspeth, who, with the heart and the feelings of her s.e.x, shared the sorrows of the poor girl while she strove to alleviate them.
But she was soon deprived of this refuge; for, in a few days after the funeral, Elspeth, who had probably caught the infection while attending the deathbed of her mistress, found herself in the grasp of the same terrible disease which had carried her mistress off; and Nancy, to avoid the same fate, was debarred from entering the door of her humble friend and only comforter.
On such occasions, to have one who will listen patiently to a recital of our sorrows, and respond to them with a sigh, a look of sympathy, a tear, or a word, in which the tone of the voice bespeaks a reciprocity of feeling, is comfort, and almost the only comfort of which the case admits; for the lengthened speech and the studied harangue, containing, as they are supposed to do, "the words of consolation," often fall upon the ear without reaching the heart. Such a comforter Nancy Black found in George Chrighton, or, as he was universally termed, _the laddie Geordie_. This boy, who was one of her schoolfellows, and nearly of her own age, attracted by her sorrowful looks and the tears which sometimes stole down her cheeks, left the boisterous sports of the other boys, and devoted his hours of play to walking with her, or sitting in some retired corner, and listening to her little "tale of wo." Hitherto, the roads by which they came and went had been different; but now he discovered a new one, by following which he could accompany her till within a short distance of Nettlebank; and, at the place where they had separated in the evening, he always waited for her appearance on the next morning. Youthful friendships are soon formed. Ere disappointment has done its work, and experience taught its salutary, though painful lesson, there is little room for suspicion on either side, and the hearts of the parties amalgamate, like meeting waters. Thus, the two became _friends_, almost before they could understand the meaning of the word.
While Nancy Black and her boyish companion were thus forming an affection for each other, as pure, and certainly as deep, as any which ever subsisted between persons of their years, Elspeth Roger was lying dangerously ill. But her sickness was not "unto death:" and, after being confined for twenty-four days, during which her life had been several times despaired of by all who saw her, she began to recover. Scarcely, however, was she able to move about, and bestow some attention on their household concerns, when her husband began to complain; and, in a few hours, he was laid upon that bed from which she had arisen, with all the symptoms of a most malignant case of the same disease. Elspeth, who, in the midst of many struggles, and without the outward show of more than ordinary affection, was attached to her husband, now became fixed to his bedside. Forgetting the weakness consequent on her own imperfect recovery, and fearful of allowing hands less careful than her own to approach him, she attended him, night and day, with a solicitude which none save those who have all they value in the world at stake, can comprehend. Medical advice was promptly procured. But, in spite of medical skill, tender nursing, and tears shed apart, David Roger died.
Of Elspeth"s grief upon this occasion, it were superfluous to speak.
Suffice it that, after many years had pa.s.sed by, the general expression of her countenance, and the tear which occasionally stole down her cheek at the mention of his name, showed that she had not forgotten the husband of her youth.
Though this event must have been distressing to the widow, her distress was aggravated when, on the second day from that on which her husband had been interred, Mr. Black told her that, "as he had engaged another servant, and required his house, she must remove at the term." The first week of November was now past; the term was on the 22d of that month; every house in the neighbourhood was either occupied, or already let for the coming year; and this information came to the heart of Elspeth like a thunder-shock. It was what she had never dreamed of, and never thought of providing for. For herself, she might have been careless; but when she reflected on her children, the feelings of the mother awoke in her bosom, and made her, for the time, superior to despair. Day after day, she went in quest of a hovel to shelter them from the rigour of the coming winter, and night after night she returned without having found one. It seemed as if Heaven had determined to make her a houseless wanderer; for not a single untenanted habitation could she hear of. But we must leave her to pursue her fruitless search, and attend, for a little, to what was going on elsewhere.
One evening, after George Chrighton had returned from school, without taking time to s.n.a.t.c.h his accustomed morsel of bread from the _aumry_, he inquired for his father, and hurried off in quest of him. Having discovered the object of his search in the stack-yard--"Father," cried the boy, as soon as he was within ear-shot, "hae ye heard that Mr. Black intends to make Elspeth Roger flit at the term; an" she canna get a house for hersel an" her bairns in a" the country?"
"I did hear she was gaun to flit," said the old man, composedly; "but whatfor canna she get a house?"
"I dinna ken," was the boy"s eager reply; "but she"s been seekin ane this aught days, an mair; an" Nan Black says, if somebody doesna help her, she maun tak her twa bairns, an" gang an" beg.--Noo, faither, could we no do something? There"s our auld barn: I would mak the clay-cats,[7]
an" we might pit up a lum; an" I would help Jock to howk a hole i" the wa", an" it wouldna tak muckle to get a _windock_; an"--an"--I"ve forgotten what I was gaun to say; but I"m sure we can pit up the lum; an" the woman canna lie out by."
"I daresay ye"re richt, laddie," said his father, after raising his hat, and scratching the hinder part of his head for a few seconds. "The auld barn micht do. There"s some bits o" sticks lyin at the end o" the byre, an" some auld nails i" the stable--as mony o" baith as would be required, I believe. Jock could bring a cartfu o" clay the nicht yet--he could mak the cats the morn; ye micht bide at hame a day frae the school, an" carry them in; an" I could pit up the lum mysel."
"But it would need a hallan too, faither," rejoined George.
"Hoot ay," said his father, "it would need a hallan, an" a hantle things forby; an", after a" has been done that we can do, the place will be but little, an" unco inconvenient; but it"ll aye be a hole to shelter her an" her bairnies frae the drift, afore they can get a better. An", e"en though the scheme had been less feasible than it is, it maks my heart glad to see that--laddie as ye are--ye hae a thought for ither folk"s distress."
"Na," interrupted George, "na, faither; it wasna me--it was Nan Black spoke about it first, an" I only promised to tell ye."
"Weel, weel, laddie," rejoined the other, "I"m glad to hear that Nan Black, as ye ca" her, is likely to turn out a better _woman_, if she be spared, than ever her faither was a _man_--but, as he has a" his actions to account for, of him I would say naething." With these words, the worthy farmer was about to resume his labours, when his son, flushed with the success of his plan, exclaimed--
"But will we no tell her, faither? Her mind canna be at ease afore she ken about some place."
"That"s weel minded too," said the father--"she"s maybe gotten a house already; but, in case she hasna, gang ye owre to your mither, an" tell her I bade ye get a piece; an", when ye"ve gotten it, ye can rin yont, some time afore it be dark, an" see a" about it. An" ye can tell her that, if she likes, she"s welcome to our auld barn, for a year; an", if she taks it, we"s no fa" oot about the rent."