WAVERLEY; OR, 'TIS SIXTY YEARS SINCE. CHAPTER I. 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 this 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, and transported him at the same rapid rate as before, without any exertion 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 abated their extreme rapidity, but continued 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 |