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prevent his escape, set forward upon the march with Gilfillan and his party. Through the little village they were accompanied with the shouts of the children, who cried out, “Eh ! see to the Southland gentleman, that's gaun to be hanged for shooting lang John Mucklewrath, the smith!”

CHAPTER XXXVI.

AN INCIDENT.

The dinner hour of Scotland Sixty Years since was two o'clock, It was therefore about four o'clock of a delightful autumn afternoon that Mr. Gilfillan commenced his march, in hopes, although Stirling was eighteen miles distant, he might be able, by becoming a borrower of the night for an hour or two, to reach it that evening. He therefore put forth his strength, and marched stoutly along at the head of his followers, eyeing our hero from time to time, as if he longed to enter into controversy with him. At length, unable to resist the temptation, he slackened his pace till he was alongside of his prisoner's horse, and, after marching a few steps in silence abreast of him, he suddenly asked,—"Can ye say wha the carle was wi' the black coat and the mousted head, that was wi' The Laird of Cairnyreckan ?”

A Presbyterian clergyman,” answered Waverley.

“Presbyterian !"answered Gilfillan contemptuously;“ a wretched Erastian, or rather an obscured Prelatist,-a favourer of the black Indulgence; ane of thae dumb dogs that canna bark : they tell ower a clash o' terror and a clatter o' comfort in their sermons, without ony sense, or savour, or life-Ye've been fed in siccan a fauld, belike?"

“No; I am of the Church of England,” said Waverley.

“And they're just neighbour-like,” replied the Covenanter; " and nae wonder they gree sae weel. Wha wad hae thought the goodly structure of the Kirk of Scotland, built up by our fathers in 1642, wąd hae been defaced by carnal ends and the corruptions of the time;-ay, wha wad hae thought the carved work of the sanctuary would hae been sae soon cut down!"

To this lamentation, which one or two of the assistants chorussed with a deep groan, our hero thought it unnecessary to make any reply. Whereupon Mr. Gilfillan, resolving that he should be a hearer at least, if not a disputant, proceeded in his Jeremiade.

And now is it wonderful, when, for lack of exercise anent the call to the service of the altar and the duty of the day, ministers fall into sinful compliances with patronage, and indemnities, and oalhs, and bonds, and other corruptions,-is it wonderful, I say,

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that you, sir, and other sic-like unhappy persons, should labour to build up your auld Babel of iniquity, as in the bluidy persecuting saint-killing times? I trow, gin ye werena blinded wi' the graces and favours, and services and enjoyments, and employments and inheritances, of this wicked world, I could prove to you, by the Scripture, in what a filthy rag ye put your trust; and that your surplices, and your copes and vestments, are but cast-off garments, of the muckle harlot, that sittelh upon seven hills, and drinketh of the cup of abomination. But, I trow, ye are deaf as adders upon that side of the head; ay, ye are deceived with her enchantments,

and traffic with her merchandise, and ye are drunk with the cup of her fornication !"

How much longer this military theologist might have continued his invective, in which he spared nobody but the scallered remnant of hill-folk, as he called them, is absolutely uncertain. His matter was copious, his voice powerful, and his memory strong ; so that there was little chance of his ending his exhortation till the party had reached Stirling, had not his allention been attracted by a pedlar who had joined the march from a cross-road, and who sighed or groaned wilh great regularity at all fitting pauses of his homily.

“And what may ye be, friend ?” said the Gifted Gilfillan.

“A puir pedlar, that's bound for Stirling, and craves the protection of your honour's parly in these kiltle limes. Ah! your honour has a notable faculty in searching and explaining the secret,-ay, the secret, and obscure, and incomprehensible cause of the backslidings of the land; ay, your honour touches the root o'the malter.”

“ Friend,” said Gilfillan, with a more complacent voice than he had hitherto used, “honour not me. I do not go out to park-dikes, and lo steadings, and to market-towns, to have herds and cottars, and burghers pull off their bonnets to me as they do to Major Melville o' Cairnvreckan, and ca' me laird, or captain, or honour ;no; my sma' means, whilk are not aboon twenty thousand merk, have had the blessing of increase, but the pride of my heart has not increased with them; nor do 1 delight to be called caplain, though I have the subscribed commission of that gospel-searching nobleman, the Earl of Glencairn, in whilk I am so designated. While I live, I am and will be called Habakkuk Gilfillan, who will stand up for the standards of doctrine agreed on by the ance famous Kirk of Scotland, before she trafficked with the accursed Achan, while he has a plack in his purse, or a drap o' bluid in his body."

? Ah,” said the pedlar, “ I have seen your land about Mauchlin-a fertile spot ! your lines have fallen in pleasant places ! -And siccan a breed o'cattle is not in ony laird's land in Scotland."

“ Ye say right,--ye say right, friend,” retorted Gilfillan eagerly, for he was not inaccessible to flattery upon this subject,

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“ Ye say right; they are the real Lancashire, and there's no the like o' them even at the Mains of Kilmaurs; ” and he then entered into a discussion of their excellencies, lo which our readers will probably be as indifferent as our hero. After this excursion, the leader relurned to his theological discussions, while the pedlar, less profound upon those mystic points, contented himself with groaning, and expressing his edification at suitable intervals.

“ What a blessing it would be to the puir blinded popish nations among whom I hac sojourned, to have siccan a light lo their palhs! I hae been as far as Muscovia in my sma' trading way, as a travelling merchant; and I hae been through France, and the Low Countries, and a' Poland, and maist feck o' Germany, and o! it would grieve your honour's soul to see the murmuring, and the singing, and massing, that's in the kirk, and the piping that's in the quire, and the heathenish dancing and dicing upon the

! This set Gilillan off upon the Book of Sports and the Covenant, and the Engagers, and the Protesters, and the Whiggamore's Raid, and the Assembly of Divines at Westminster, and the Longer and Shorler Catechism, and the Excommunication at Torwood, and the slaughter of Archbishop Sharp. This last topic, again, led him into the lawsulness of defensive arms, on which subject he ullered much more sense than could have been expected from some other parts of his harangue, and attracted even Waverley's allention, who had hitherto been lost in his own sad reflections. Mr. Gilfillan Then considered the lawfulness of a private man standing forth as the avenger of public oppression, and as he was labouring with great earnestness the cause of Mas James Mitchell, who fired at the Archbishop of St. Andrews, some years before the prelate's assassinalion on Magas Muir, an incident occurred which interrupted his harangue.

The rays of the sun were lingering on the very verge of the horizon, as the party ascended a hollow and somewhat steep path, which led to the summit of a rising ground. The country was uninclosed, being part of a very extensive heath or common; but it was far from level, exhibiting in many places hollows filled with furze and broom; in others, little dingles of stunted brushwood. A thicket of the latter description crowned the hill up which the party ascended. The foremost of the band, being the stoutest and most active, had pushed on, and, having surmounted the ascent, were out of ken for the present. Gilfillan, with the pedlar, and the small party who were Waverley's more immediale guard, were near the top of the ascent, and the remainder straggled after them at a considerable interval.

Such was the siluation of mallers, when the pedlar missing, as he said, a little doggie which belonged to him, began to halt and

whistle for the animal. This signal, repeated more than once, gave offence to the rigour of his companion, the rather because it appeared to indicate inaltention to the treasures of theological and controversial knowledge which was pouring out for his edification. He therefore signified gruffly, that he could not waste his time in waiting for an useless cur.

" But if your honour wad consider the case of Tobit

" Tobit!” exclaimed Gilfillan, with great heat; “ Tobit and his dog baith are altogether heathenish and apocryphal, and none but a prelatist or a papist would draw them into question. I doubt I hae been misla’en in you, friend.”

" Very likely,” answered the pedlar, with great composure; “ but ne'ertheless, I shall take leave to whistle again upon puir Bawly.”

This last signal was answered in an unexpected manner; for six or eight stout Highlanders, who lurked among the copse and brushwood, sprung into the hollow way, and began lo lay about them with their claymores. Gilfillan, unappalled at this undesirable apparition, cried out manfully, “The sword of the Lord and of Gideon!” and drawing his broadsword, would probably have done as much credit to the good old cause as any of ils doughly champions at Drumclog, when, behold! the pedlar, snatching a musket from the person who was next him, bestowed the bull of it with such emphasis on the head of his late instructor in the Cameronian creed, that he was forthwith levelled to the ground. In the confusion which ensued, the horse which bore our hero was shot by one of Gilfillan's party, as he discharged his firelock at random. Waverley fell with, and indeed under, the animal, and sustained some severe contusions. But he was almost instantly extricated from the fallen steed by two Highlanders, who, each seizing him by the arm, hurried him away from the scuffle and from the high-road. They ran with great speed, half supporting and half dragging our hero, who could, however, distinguish a few dropping shots fired about the spot which he had left. This, as he afterwards learned, proceeded from Gilfillan's party, who had now assembled, the stragglers in front and rear having joined the others. At their approach the Highlanders drew off, but not before they had rifled Gilfillan and two of his people, who remained on the spot grievously wounded. A few shots were exchanged belwixt them and the Westlanders ; but the latter, now without a commander, and apprehensive of a second ambush, did not make any serious effort to recover their prisoner, judging it more wise to proceed on their journey to Stirling, carrying with them their wounded captain and comrades.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

WAVERLEY IS STILL IN DISTRESS.

The velocity, and indeed violence, with which Waverley was hurried along, nearly deprived him of sensation ; for the injury he had received from his fall prevented him from aiding himself so effectually as he might otherwise have done. When lhis was observed by his conductors, they called to their aid two or three others of the party, and swathing our hero's body in one of their plaids, divided his weight by that means among them, transported him at the same rapid rate as before, without any exertions of his own. They spoke little, and that in Gaelic; and did not slacken their pace, till they had run nearly two miles, when they abaled their extreme rapidily, but conlinued still to walk very fast, relieving each other occasionally.

Our hero now endeavoured to address them, but was only answered with “Cha n'eil Beurl' agam," i.e. “I have no English," being, as Waverley well knew, the constant reply of a Highlander, when he either does not understand, or does not choose to reply to, an Englishman or Lowlander. He then mentioned the name of Vich Ian Vorh, concluding that he was indebted to his friendship for his rescue from the clutches of Gifted Gilfillan ; but neither did this produce any mark of recognition from bis escort.

The twilight had given place to moonshine when the party halted upon the brink of a precipitous glen, which, as partly enlightened by the moon-beams, seemed full of trees and langled brushwood. Two of the Highlanders dived into it by a small footpath, as if to explore ils recesses, and one of them returning in a few minutes, said something to his companions, who instantly raised their burden, and bore him, with great attention and care, down the narrow and abrupt descent. Notwithstanding their precautions, however, Waverley's person came more than once into contact, rudely enough, with the projecting stumps and branches which overhung the pathway.

At the botlom of the descent, and, as it seemed, by the side of a brook (for Waverley heard the rushing of a considerable body of water, although its stream was invisible in the darkness), the party again stopped before a small and rudely-constructed hovel. The door was open, and the inside of the premises appeared as uncomfortable and rude as its siluation and exterior foreboded. There was no appearance of a floor of any kind ; the roof seemed rent in several places; the walls were composed of loose stones and turf, and the thatch of branches of trees. The fire was in the centre, and filled the whole wigwam with smoke, which escaped as much

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