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the rush of a capsize among the loose lumber at my feet. But I had no longer an opportunity of noting his prowess; for my antagonist, getting the weapon disentangled, hauled me after him into the open floor, and then began upon the swinging system. So away we went, sweeping down chairs and stools, and rolling fallen bodies over in our course; till tired and dizzy, I suddenly planted myself, let go both holds, and dashing in right and left together, sent him whirling like a comet, impetuous and hot, into the void beyond. But my own head here fell heavily upon my breast; and the whole scene, smoke, fire, and shifting shapes, with all their mingled hissing, and battering, oaths, shrieks, and imprecations, shut upon my senses.

the end of every clause, while the scanty kilt fluttered and flapped about his sinewy hams, the men fell back in a panic, as if from a spectre; but their astonishment soon gave place to indignation, and my questioner, clubbing his pike, stepped forward, and making the shaft rattle off the white array of ribs, which poor Aleck's flourish had left unprotect ed, reduced his proposals to practice in a trice. He, wisely making up for disparity of forces by superiority of weapon, started back, and adroitly unhooking the long iron chain and pot-hooks from the chimney, set them flying round his head like a slinger of old; and meeting bis antagonist with a clash, shot him rocket wise into the corner: then giving another whirl to his stretcher, and leaping out with the full swing of his long body, he brought it to bear upon the next. There was another clattering crash, and the man went down; but pitching with his shoulder into the tub, upset it, and sent a flood of water into the fire. Smoke, steam, and white ashes, whirled up in clouds; the lantern was trampled out, and the battle became general; for one rascal, lifting his fallen comrade's pike, (there was luckily but one among them,) advanced upon me. I had just light to see the thrust, and parry it. Another second, and we had closed in the midst of that strange atmosphere, striking and sneezing at each other across the pike shaft, as we each strove to wrest it to himself. My antagonist was a lusty fellow, and tugged me stoutly, while I kept him between me and the main fight, now raging through the water and the fire: this I could just distinguish among the vapour and smoke, dashed about in red showers of embers, as each new tramp and whirl of the combatants swept it from the hearthstone. How Aleck fought his two opponents I could not imagine; yet once, during a minute's relaxa tion on our parts, when, having got the pike jammed between a table and the wall, we were reduced to the by-play of kicking one another's shinbones, I could hear, every now and again, above the medley of curses and screams, (for the women were all busy,) his lusty "Hah!" as he put in each successive blow; and then the bolt and thud of some one gone I lay silent, sick at the thoughts of down, far away in the distance; or my own meanness in his eyes; while

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VOL. XXXI. NO. CXCIII.

A Babel of dull sound, chiming and sawing within my head, announced my returned consciousness. This is no dream, thought I; I have been hurt, but I am afraid to ask myself where. If my skull should be fractured now, and I should be an idiot all my life, or if my arm should be broken-farewell to the river! But can I be still doubled up among those pots and pans which I crushed beneath me in my fall? No,dark as it is, I feel that I am laid straight and soft... I must be in bed, but where? where? It was some time before I had courage to confirm my doubts, of my head's condition; it was carefully bandaged, and doubtless much shattered I could feel that I was, in a close-paneled bedstead, such as are usual in old houses; but had too much discretion to attempt the hazardous experiment of rising without knowing either my strength or situation, So I lay, fancying all sorts of means to account for my preservation: need I say that the main agent in all was the fair Madeline?

My curiosity was at length relieved; a rude folding-door opened opposite, and shewed a low dim sittingroom beyond, from which there rose a few steps to the entrance of my chamber. On these appeared, not, alas! the fancied visitant who was to flit about my bedside, and mix her bright presence with my dreams; but stately and severe, with a pale cheek and compressed lip, her father -my aversion.

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he advanced, shading the light of the candle from my face, and in a low cold tone, asked if I desired anything?

I shall never forget him as he stood, the light thrown full his upon strong features and broad chest, and shining purple through the fingers of his large hand. "I asked, sir, did you require any assistance ?" he repeated. "Are you in pain?" he went on. I now replied that my chief pain was caused by my own unworthy appearance; made a confused apology for my misconduct, and offered my acknowledgments for the protection I had received. "You have saved the life of my child," he said, turning slightly from me, " and protection is a debt which must be paid; for your follower, he must thank the same circumstance for what little life his own mad conduct has left him." Without another word, he took a phial from the table, and, pouring out a draught, handed it to me; I mechanically drunk it off; but ere I had taken it from my lips, he was gone. I heard the doors close and the bolts shoot after him with strange forebodings; and when the sound of his footsteps had died away in the long passage beyond, fell back in a wild maze of apprehension and selfcensure, till I again sank into a heavy sleep.

When I awoke, there was a yellow twilight in my little cabin, from the scattering of a red ray of the sunset. which streamed through a crevice in the door. I had therefore slept a whole day; my fever was abated; the gnawing pain had left my head, and I longed to eat. I knocked upon the boards, and the door was presently opened; but it was some time ere my eyes could endure the flood of light which then burst in. The figure which at length became visible amid it, was little worthy so goodly a birth. The lank, slack, illhinged anatomy of Peg, with a bottle in one hand, and a long horn spoon in the other, advanced, and in no gracious tone demanded what was my will. I turned and lay silent; for I never felt an awkward situation so embarrassing as then. My gorge rose at the malignant cause of all my disasters; but interest and discretion told me to be civil if I spoke at all. gave no answer; she was in no hu

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mour to suffer such trifling with her
time. “Hear till him, Jamie !” she
exclaimed to some one behind her,
"hear till him, the fashious scunner!
he dunts folk frae their wark as if
he was the laird o' the Lang Marches
"Good Mis-
himsell, and then”.
"Mistress me
tress Margaret"-

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nae mistresses! there's ne'er a wife
i' the parish has a right to be mis-
tressed, since she deeit wha's wean
ye wad betray! Deil hae me gin I can
keep my knieves aff ye, ye ill-faured
bluid-seller!"-" Ill-faured what?"
shouted I. "No just ill-faured nei-
ther, blest be the Maker, and mair's
the pity; ye're a clean boy eneugh,
as I weel may say, wha had the
strippin' and streekin' o' ye; but I
say that ye're just a bluid-seller, a
reformer, a spy, gin ye like it bet-
ter!" She backed down the steps,
and holding a leaf of the door at each
side, stretched in her neck, and went
on, Aye, spy, Willie Macdonnell,
spy to your teeth.-Isna your name
upon your sark breast? and arena
the arms that ye disgrace upon your
seal, and daur ye deny them? daur ye
deny that ye're the swearer away o'
the innocent bluid o' puir Hughy
Morrison, wham ye hangit like a
doug upon the lamp-posts o' Doon-
patrick? Daur ye hae the face to
deny that ye come here e'en noo to
reform upon Square O'More and his
bonny wean? Daur ye hae the impu-
rence to deny it?" Here I was relie-
ved by the entrance of Mr O'More
himself. I addressed him in a tone
as cool and conciliatory as I could
command. "I am much relieved to
find, sir, that any harshness I may
have to complain of, has originated
in a mistake. I am Mr Macdonnell
of Redrigs. It was only last week
that I returned from England. I have
not been in this part of the country
for many years; and can only say,
that if any person bearing my name
deserves the character you seem to
impute to me, I detest him as cor-
dially as you do." He eyed me with
visibly increased disgust. "It will
not pass, sir, it will not pass. I have
had notice of your intentions. Mr
Macdonnell of Redrigs is in Oxford.”
"I tell you, sir, he is here!" I
cried, starting up in bed.
"Back,
back!" he exclaimed to the servants
who were pressing round; they fell
back, and he came up to me. "Hark

ye, sir, instead of assuming a name to which you have no right"- The passion which had been burning with in me all along, blazed out in uncontrollable fury. I started with a sudden energy out into the floor; dashed backwards and forwards through the room, stamping with indignation, while I asserted my honour, and demanded satisfaction; but the fire which had for a minute animated me failed; my tongue became confused and feeble; the whole scene whirled and flickered round me, and I sunk exhausted, and in a burning fever,

on a seat.

Every one who has suffered fever knows what a fiery trance it is. How long mine had continued I could not guess; when the crisis came, it was favourable, and I awoke, cool and delighted, from a long sweet sleep. That scene I had already witnessed, of sunset through the room beyond, was again before me; the same grey and purple haze hung over the mountain, and the same rich sky from above lit up the river-reaches; the dim old room was warm in the mellow light; the folding-doors stood wide open, but on the steps where the marrer of the whole had stood before, lo! the radiance revelling through her hair; the rich light flushing warm through the outline of her face and neck; the sweet repose of satisfaction and conscious care beaming over her whole countenance; benign and beautiful stood Madeline O'More, her finger on her lips. "She, too, thinks me a spy," I muttered, in the bitterness of my heart, and hid my face upon the pillow. But who can describe my delight when I heard her well-remembered accents murmur beside me, "Oh no, believe me, indeed I do not!" I looked up. She was covered with blushes-I felt them reflected on my own cheek-there was a conscious pause. "Then you do believe that I am what I have told you?" I said at last. "Oh yes! but indeed you must forgive the error,' she replied; and readily did I admit its justifiableness, when she went on to tell me that a friend had_ridden a long journey to warn them against a person bearing my name, and answering to my appearance, an apostate from their own cause, and a noted spy, who, upon some vague

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information of their retreat, had set out with the intention of discovering and betraying them; and that their friend (in whom I at once recognised the priest I had seen her father conduct from the house) had left them but a few minutes before I arrived.

It was now my turn to apologize and explain. She listened, with many pleas of palliation for the indignities I had endured, to my account of my business in Ireland, and the circumstances which had led me to Glen-; but when I came to account for my appearance at Moyabel, her confusion satisfied me that the motive was already known. I felt suddenly conscious of having been dreaming about her: and I knew that a fevered man's dream is his nurse's perquisite: dissimulation, after what I knew and suspected to have passed, would have been as impossible as repugnant. So then and there, among that mellow sunset in the sick chamber, I confessed to her how my whole thoughts had been haunted by her image, since the time when her father had hurried her from the scene of our meeting; how I could not rest while any scheme, how wild soever, promised me even a chance of again beholding her; how this had induced me to snatch at the first opportunity of discovering her, and had brought on that disastrous adventure which had ended in my wound: but that I still endured another, which I feared would prove incurable, if I might not live upon the hope (and I took her hand) of gaining her to be my heart's physician constantly.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the passage. I released her hand, and she hid her confusion, in a hasty escape through a side-door, just before her father made his appearance at that of the hall. He advanced with a frank expression of pleasure and concern; took his seat by my bedside; congratulated me on the favourable issue of my illness, and repeated those apologies and explanations which his daughter had already made; adding that his first intention had been to detain me prisoner, so that I could have no opportunity of betraying them until their departure for France; but that the moment he had heard my undisguised ravings, he perceived the injustice of which he had been guilty; that Aleck's

speech having returned soon after,
(for the poor fellow was so beaten
that he could not say a word for three
days-but I have taken good care of
him,) another evidence, however un-
necessary, was afforded by his de-
claration; and that, therefore, a mes-
senger was immediately dispatched
to Knowehead, with private letters,
explaining our situation and its
causes, and resting on the honour of
my friend for the security of all.
The trust had been well reposed:
Aleck, who was able to go home in a
few days, had come the night before
(although returned that morning)
with the intelligence of the real spy
having applied for information to
the old gentleman; but that, loyal
subject and zealous protestant as he
was, he had given him no more than
a civil indication of his door. All
this he told with a gratified and grate-
ful air, and left me to a night of happy
dreams.

Next morning, however, he came to me, and in a serious, nay severe manner, told me, that as I had divulged the motive which brought me thither in my ravings, he felt it a duty to himself and to me, now that I was established in my recovery, to inform me that, while he forgave my intrusion on a privacy he had already begged me not to break, he must desire that there should be no recurrence of attentions to his daughter, which might distract a heart destined either for the service of a free Catholic in regenerated Ireland, or for that of Heaven in a nunnery.

He had laid his hand upon the table, and it unconsciously rested upon the seals of my watch. "Look," said I, "at these trinkets; I shall tell you what they are, and let them be my answer. That rude silver seal, with the arms and initials, was dug from my father's orchard, along with the bones of his ancestor, who fell there beneath the knives of free Catholics, in 41, a greyhaired man, among the seven bodies of his murdered wife and children. Look again at that curious ring; it was worn by his son, the sole survivor of all that ancient family who escaped, a maimed and famished spectre, out of Derry, after the same party had driven him to eat his sword belt for hunger. Look once again at this more antique Locket; it contains the hair of a ma

ternal ancestor, who perished for the faith among the fagots of Smithfield ; and look, here, at my own arm, that wound I received when a child, from the chief of a 'Heart of Steel' banditti, who, under the same banner, lighted our family's escape from rape and massacre, by the flames of their own burning roof-tree; and yet I— I, every drop of whose blood might well cry out for vengeance, when I see these remembrancers of my wrongs in the hands of my wrongs' defender, do yet take that hand, and long to call him father.”

I was here interrupted by the sudden entrance of a splashed and wearied messenger: advancing with a military salute, he presented a letter to Mr O'More.-" Pardon me," he said, hastily tearing it open, "this is on a matter of life and death." He read it in great agitation; led the messenger aside; gave some hurried orders; took down his arms from the mantelpiece; and drawing his belt, and fixing in his pistols while he spoke, addressed me:—

Notwithstanding what you have urged, my determination remains unaltered. I must leave Moyabel, for I cannot now say how long: you shall be taken care of in my absence: farewell, sir, farewell." He shook me by the hand, and hurried away. I heard confusion in the house, and thought I could distinguish the sweet voice of Madeline, broken by sobs at his departure. A considerable party seemed to leave the house; for there was a great trampling of horses in the court-yard, and two or three mounted men passed by the windows. At length they were out of hearing, and I determined not to lose another minute of the precious opportunity. My clothes had been brought from Knowehead, and I was so much recovered that I found myself able to rise, and set about dressing immediately. My continental visions of beard were more than realized; and if I failed to produce a shapely moustache, 'twas not for lack of material. With fluttering expectation, I selected the most graceful of the pantaloons; drew on my rings; arrayed myself in the purple velvet slippers, cap, and brocade dressing-gown; took one lingering last look at the little mirror, and descended into the parlour. I drew a

writing-table to me, and penned a long letter to Knowehead; another to Redrigs, and had half-finished a sonnet to Madeline. The day was nearly past, and she had not yet made her appearance.

For the first time the thought struck me, and that with a pang which made me leap to my feet, that she had accompanied her father, and was gone! gone, perhaps, to a nunnery in France! gone, and lost to me for ever! "Hilloa, Peg!" and I thumped the floor with the poker, "Peg, I say! as you would not have me in another fever, come here!" She came to the door: the poor old creature's eyes were swol len and bloodshot: she made a frightened courtesy to me as I stood, the papers crumpled up in one hand, and the poker in the other." Peggy, oh, Peggy! where is your young mistress ?"

"Save us, your honour! Ye are na weel; sall I fetch you a drap cordial ?"

"Your mistress? your mistress? where is your young mistress ?" "Oh, sir, dear! take anither posset, and gang to your bed."

"To the devil I pitch your posset! where is your young mistress? where is Madeline O'More ?"

She turned to escape: I leaped forward, and caught her by the shoulder" Since ye maun ken, then," she screamed," by God's providence, she's on the saut water wi' the Square, her father." I sank back upon the sofa. "Wha," she continued in a soothing strain, "has left me to take charge o' your honour's head till ye can gang your lane: A' the ithers are awa, but wee Jeanie and mysell; and ye wadna, surely your honour wadna gang to frichten twa lane weemen, by dwamin' awa that gait, and deein' amang their hands? But save us, if there's no auld Knowehead himsell, wi' that bauld sorner, Aleck Lawther, on a sheltie at his heels, trottin' doon the causey!Jeanie, hoi, Jeanie, rin and open the yett."

I lay back-sick-sick-sick. The old man, booted and spurred, strode

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"I'm thinkin', Willie, ye hae catchéd a cloured head ?"

"If I do not catch a strait-waistcoat, sir, it will be the less matter."

"Willie, man," said he, without no ticing my comment," she's weel awa, and you are weel redd-but toss off thae wylie-coats and nightcaps, and lap yoursell up in mensefu' braidclaith; for, donsie as you are, you maun come alang wi' me to Knowehead-there's a troop o' dragoons e'en now on Skyboe side, wi' your creditable namesake at their head, and they'll herry Moyabel frae hearth-stane to riggin' before sax hours are gane-best keep frae under a lowin' king-post, and on the outside o' the four wa's o' a prevost.-You're no fit to ride, man; and you couldna thole the joltin' o' a wheel-car-but never fear, we'll slip you hame upon a feather-bed-Nae denial, Willie-here, draw on your coat: now, that's somethin' purposelike-cram thae flim-flams into a poke, my bonny Jean, and fetch me a handkerchief to tie about his head: Come, Willie, take my arm-come awa, come awa."

I was passive in his hands, for I felt as weak as an infant. They wrapped me up in great-coats and blankets, and supported me to the courtyard. I had hardly strength to speak to Aleck, whom I now saw for the first time since the night of his disaster; the poor fellow's face still bore the livid marks of his punishment, but he was active and assiduous as ever. A slide car or slipe-a vehicle something like a Lapland sledgewas covered with bedding in the middle of the square a cart was just being hurried off, full of loose furniture, with Peggy and Jenny in front. I was placed upon my hurdle, apparently as little for this world as if Tyburn had been its destination: Knowehead and Aleck mounted their horses; took the reins of that which drew me at either side, and hauled me off at a smart trot along the smooth turf of the grass-grown causeway. The motion was sliding and agreeable, except on one occasion, when we had to take a few perches of the highway in crossing the river; but when we struck off into the green horse-track again, and began to rise and sink upon the ridges of the broad lea, I could have compared my humble litter to the knight's horses, which felt like proud seas under them. From the sample I had had of that part of the country on

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