"We"ll let you know all that by and by, friend," replied the spokesman of the party; "but, in the meantime, you _must_ go with us; so there"s no use in palavering about it."
"I"ll be hanged if I do, then," said Jamie, resolutely, "till I ken what for. "Od, this is a pretty business! Do you tak me to be a robber or a murderer?"
"No, but we take you to be a traitor, a conspirer against the government, and a leaguer with its enemies; and as such I apprehend you," said the spokesman, at the same time collaring Jamie, and calling on his a.s.sistants to aid him in making a forcible capture of his person.
The call was instantly obeyed. Jamie was seized on all sides, at one and the same instant of time, and, despite of a loud and most earnest denial of all hostility to the government, or of ever having in any way or manner whatever aided in disturbing the peace of the realm, was dragged out of the apartment, and finally snugly deposited in an airy cell in the city jail.
On being left to himself, Jamie, in no very happy mood, seated himself on a bench that ran along the wall, threw one leg over the other, planted his elbow on his knee, and, supporting his head with his hand, began to entertain himself with some reflections on the very extraordinary predicament into which he had been thus so suddenly and unexpectedly thrown.
"Preserve us, this is awfu!" said Jamie. "Waur a great deal than the droonin business. What the deevil tempted me to speak such nonsense? But wha could hae thocht this wad hae come o"t? A bit harmless piece o"
falderal. Yon twa maun hae been a pair o" infernal scoundrels--that"s clear; and as clear is it that I"m in a most wickedly-awkward situation.
I maun, I suppose, either submit to be hanged peaceably, or confess that I hae been tellin a most unconscionable lee--no a very pleasant alternative; but the last"s better than the first, I reckon."
Jamie"s communings were at this time interrupted by the entrance of the jailer, who came to see that all was right for the night.
"Man," said Jamie, addressing him, and trying to smile graciously, in order to propitiate his good-will, "this is a queer business."
"I rather think you"ll find it so," replied the jailer, coolly, and unaffected by Jamie"s soothing advances. "Both a queer business, and a serious one."
"It was a" a joke, man," said Jamie.
"Perhaps so," said the jailer; "but, like many other jokes, you may chance to find it attended with rather awkward consequences." And, without saying more, the man banged to the door with a violence that made the long pa.s.sage on which it opened ring with an iron sound, and left Jamie to find what repose he might.
"The fallow"ll no believe me," he said, on being again left to himself, "nae mair than if he kent me."
On the following morning, Jamie was conducted in procession, by three or four criminal officers, into the presence of the Procurator-Fiscal, when a precognition on his case immediately ensued.
"Well, sir," said the latter, at the same time referring to a paper which lay on his desk before him, "so you have taken up arms against the government."
"Naething o" the kind, my lord, I a.s.sure you," said Jamie.
"What, sir! do you mean to deny your spontaneous acknowledgment of the fact, made last night in the presence of two credible witnesses?"
"Indeed do I, my lord."
"Why, you _may_," replied the fiscal, emphatically; "but, I fear, it will do no good. Have you not mustered a body of armed men, or at least taken the command of such a body, with the intention of overthrowing the government of the country?--and have you not furnished them with funds to procure arms?--and are you not in the habit of training them nightly, as their captain, or leader, in military exercises?--and----"
"It"s a" a lee, my lord--a lee frae beginnin to end," here interposed Jamie, earnestly. "I just spoke a" that nonsense for a bit o" diversion.
It"s just a way I hae, you see" (thus delicately did Jamie allude to his failing), "o" amusin mysel and my friens."
"Oh, then, you mean to deny _in toto_," said the fiscal. "In that case, we must adopt other proceedings; and, in the meantime, you return to jail."
To his old quarters, accordingly, Jamie was forthwith carried, and there lay for three entire days, until the result of the inquiries which were set on foot established that he was indeed no traitor, but a most inveterate and incorrigible liar. It is said, however, that Jamie, after this, was a great deal more cautious as to the nature and character of his romances, and as to the when, where, and to whom they were promulgated.
DUNCAN M"ARTHUR.
In the year 1778, Mr M"Donald, an extensive West India planter, from the island of Jamaica, came to Scotland, on a visit to his friends and relations in the West Highlands; amongst whom he spent several months, going from place to place, living a week or two here, and a week or two there, as chance or other circ.u.mstances directed.
During one of these migrations, this gentleman came one day, accidentally, in a solitary place on the banks of Loch Awe, on a little kilted, barelegged, and bareheaded Highland boy, busily employed in launching a little fleet of paper-sailed boats on the lake. The situation in which Mr M"Donald was at the moment placed, was one of those which strongly predispose one to enter into conversation with whomsoever chance may throw in the way, without much regard to age, s.e.x, or appearance. The day was delightful--it was in the middle of June; the place lonely, and the scenery around of the most sublime and beautiful kind--the most beautiful, perhaps, in the Highlands of Scotland; and this, as our readers know, is no mean character of its perfections.
These were the circ.u.mstances, then, in which Mr M"Donald was placed on the occasion to which we have alluded, and on him they had the effect which they would have had on anybody else--namely, that of opening up the sympathies of his nature, of extinguishing the littleness of pride, and of inducing one general feeling of benevolence; and it was in this happy frame of mind that he now reined in his horse, and accosted the young stranger.
"Well, my little fellow," he said, "what"s this you"re about?"
The boy looked up in his face, and blushed and smiled at the same time, but made no reply, conceiving one unnecessary, as his employment was sufficiently evident. There was in that single look of the boy"s, however, an expression of openness and intelligence that at once caught Mr M"Donald"s fancy; and he immediately added, good-naturedly, "Where are all these ships going to?"
The boy again looked up in his face and laughed, but now vouchsafed a reply:--
"To the West Indies, sir, for cargoes of rum and sugar."
This was spoken in pretty fair English, though strongly tinctured with the Celtic accent.
"Indeed!" rejoined Mr M"Donald; "my word, but you are an extensive trader, if it be the case, as I have no doubt it is, that all these fine ships are your own. What"s your name, my little fellow?"
"Duncan M"Arthur, sir."
"Are you at school?"
"Yes, sir; I"m just now on my way home from it."
"What are you learning there?"
"English, writing, and arithmetic."
"Can you write pretty well?"
"Ou ay, sir--middlin."
"Count?"
"Ay--middlin, too, sir."
"That"s a clever fellow. How should you like, now, to go abroad, and see the world? How should you like to go where you have just now sent these ships?"
"It"s mysel, sir, wad like it weel," said the boy, his sharp, intelligent little eye brightening with the idea; "but my faither couldna want me for herdin the cows, and helpin him wi" his peats."
"Where does your father live, my boy?" inquired Mr M"Donald.
"At the Ferry o" Bunaw, sir."
It was within half-a-mile of the house to which the latter was just going, and where he intended stopping for a few days, previous to his leaving the country for good and all.
"Well, my little fellow," he said, "I am going to Blackhouse. You know it, I fancy?"
"Yes, sir."