chronicles of the canongate-第41节
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e procession； bare…headed； disarmed； and with his hands bound； came the unfortunate victim of military law。 He was deadly pale； but his step was firm and his eye as bright as ever。 The clergyman walked by his side； the coffin； which was to receive his mortal remains； was borne before him。 The looks of his comrades were still； composed； and solemn。 They felt for the youth； whose handsome form and manly yet submissive deportment had； as soon as he was distinctly visible to them； softened the hearts of many； even of some who had been actuated by vindictive feelings。
The coffin destined for the yet living body of Hamish Bean was placed at the bottom of the hollow square； about two yards distant from the foot of the precipice； which rises in that place as steep as a stone wall to the height of three or four hundred feet。 Thither the prisoner was also led； the clergyman still continuing by his side； pouring forth exhortations of courage and consolation； to which the youth appeared to listen with respectful devotion。 With slow； and； it seemed； almost unwilling steps； the firing party entered the square； and were drawn up facing the prisoner； about ten yards distant。 The clergyman was now about to retire。 〃Think； my son；〃 he said； 〃on what I have told you； and let your hope be rested on the anchor which I have given。 You will then exchange a short and miserable existence here for a life in which you will experience neither sorrow nor pain。 Is there aught else which you can entrust to me to execute for you？〃
The youth looked at his sleeve buttons。 They were of gold； booty perhaps which his father had taken from some English officer during the civil wars。 The clergyman disengaged them from his sleeves。
〃My mother！〃 he said with some effort〃give them to my poor mother！ See her； good father； and teach her what she should think of all this。 Tell her Hamish Bean is more glad to die than ever he was to rest after the longest day's hunting。 Farewell； sirfarewell！〃
The good man could scarce retire from the fatal spot。 An officer afforded him the support of his arm。 At his last look towards Hamish； he beheld him alive and kneeling on the coffin； the few that were around him had all withdrawn。 The fatal word was given； the rock rung sharp to the sound of the discharge； and Hamish； falling forward with a groan； died； it may be supposed； without almost a sense of the passing agony。
Ten or twelve of his own company then came forward； and laid with solemn reverence the remains of their comrade in the coffin； while the Dead March was again struck up； and the several companies； marching in single files； passed the coffin one by one； in order that all might receive from the awful spectacle the warning which it was peculiarly intended to afford。 The regiment was then marched off the ground； and reascended the ancient cliff； their music； as usual on such occasions； striking lively strains； as if sorrow； or even deep thought； should as short a while as possible be the tenant of the soldier's bosom。
At the same time the small party； which we before mentioned； bore the bier of the ill…fated Hamish to his humble grave； in a corner of the churchyard of Dunbarton； usually assigned to criminals。 Here； among the dust of the guilty； lies a youth； whose name； had he survived the ruin of the fatal events by which he was hurried into crime； might have adorned the annals of the brave。
The minister of Glenorquhy left Dunbarton immediately after he had witnessed the last scene of this melancholy catastrophe。 His reason acquiesced in the justice of the sentence； which required blood for blood； and he acknowledged that the vindictive character of his countrymen required to be powerfully restrained by the strong curb of social law。 But still he mourned over the individual victim。 Who may arraign the bolt of Heaven when it bursts among the sons of the forest？ yet who can refrain from mourning when it selects for the object of its blighting aim the fair stem of a young oak； that promised to be the pride of the dell in which it flourished？ Musing on these melancholy events； noon found him engaged in the mountain passes； by which he was to return to his still distant home。
Confident in his knowledge of the country； the clergyman had left the main road； to seek one of those shorter paths； which are only used by pedestrians； or by men； like the minister； mounted on the small； but sure…footed； hardy； and sagacious horses of the country。 The place which he now traversed was in itself gloomy and desolate； and tradition had added to it the terror of superstition； by affirming it was haunted by an evil spirit； termed CLOGHT…DEARGthat is； Redmantlewho at all times； but especially at noon and at midnight； traversed the glen； in enmity both to man and the inferior creation； did such evil as her power was permitted to extend to； and afflicted with ghastly terrors those whom she had not license otherwise to hurt。
The minister of Glenorquhy had set his face in opposition to many of these superstitions； which he justly thought were derived from the dark ages of Popery； perhaps even from those of paganism； and unfit to be entertained or believed by the Christians of an enlightened age。 Some of his more attached parishioners considered him as too rash in opposing the ancient faith of their fathers； and though they honoured the moral intrepidity of their pastor； they could not avoid entertaining and expressing fears that he would one day fall a victim to his temerity； and be torn to pieces in the glen of the Cloght…dearg； or some of those other haunted wilds； which he appeared rather to have a pride and pleasure in traversing alone； on the days and hours when the wicked spirits were supposed to have especial power over man and beast。
These legends came across the mind of the clergyman； and； solitary as he was； a melancholy smile shaded his cheek； as he thought of the inconsistency of human nature； and reflected how many brave men； whom the yell of the pibroch would have sent headlong against fixed bayonets； as the wild bull rushes on his enemy； might have yet feared to encounter those visionary terrors； which he himself； a man of peace； and in ordinary perils no way remarkable for the firmness of his nerves； was now risking without hesitation。
As he looked around the scene of desolation； he could not but acknowledge； in his own mind； that it was not ill chosen for the haunt of those spirits； which are said to delight in solitude and desolation。 The glen was so steep and narrow that there was but just room for the meridian sun to dart a few scattered rays upon the gloomy and precarious stream which stole through its recesses； for the most part in silence； but occasionally murmuring sullenly against the rocks and large stones which seemed determined to bar its further progress。 In winter； or in the rainy season； this small stream was a foaming torrent of the most formidable magnitude； and it was at such periods that it had torn open and laid bare the broad…faced and huge fragments of rock which； at the season of which we speak； hid its course from the eye； and seemed disposed totally to interrupt its course。 〃Undoubtedly；〃 thought the clergyman； 〃this mountain rivulet； suddenly swelled by a waterspout or thunderstorm； has often been the cause of those accidents which； happening in the glen called by her name； have been ascribed to the agency of the Cloght… dearg。〃
Just as this idea crossed his mind； he heard a female voice exclaim； in a wild and thrilling accent； 〃Michael Tyrie！ Michael Tyrie！〃 He looked round in astonishment； and not without some fear。 It seemed for an instant； as if the evil being； whose existence he had disowned； was about to appear for the punishment of his incredulity。 This alarm did not hold him more than an instant； nor did it prevent his replying in a firm voice； 〃Who calls？ and where are you？〃
〃One who journeys in wretchedness； between life and death；〃 answered the voice； and the speaker； a tall female； appeared from among the fragments of rocks which had concealed her from view。
As she approached more closely； her mantle of bright tartan； in which the red colour much predominated； her stature； the long stride with which she advanced； and the writhen features and wild eyes which were visible from under her curch； would have made her no inadequate representative of the spirit which gave name to the valley。 But Mr。 Tyrie instantly knew her as the Woman of the Tree； the widow of MacTavish Mhor； the now childless mother of Hamish Bean。 I am not sure whether the minister would not have endured the visitation of the Cloght…dearg herself； rather than the shock of Elspat's presence； considering her crime and her misery。 He drew up his horse instinctively； and stood endeavouring to collect his ideas； while a few paces brought her up to his horse's head。
〃Michael Tyrie；〃 said she； 〃the foolish women of the Clachan ＇The village； literally； the stones。＇ hold thee as a godbe one to me； and say that my son lives。 Say this； and I too will be of thy worship； I will bend my knees on the seventh day in thy house of worship； and thy God shall be my God。〃
〃Unhappy woman；〃 replied the clergyman； 〃man forms not paction
