chronicles of the canongate-第43节
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perhaps； of some being more dreadful than herself。 Morning came at length。 They sought brake； rock； and thicket in vain。 Two hours after daylight； the minister himself appeared； and； on the report of the watchers； caused the country to be alarmed； and a general and exact search to be made through the whole neighbourhood of the cottage and the oak…tree。 But it was all in vain。 Elspat MacTavish was never found； whether dead or alive； nor could there ever be traced the slightest circumstance to indicate her fate。
The neighbourhood was divided concerning the cause of her disappearance。 The credulous thought that the evil spirit； under whose influence she seemed to have acted； had carried her away in the body； and there are many who are still unwilling； at untimely hours； to pass the oak…tree； beneath which； as they allege； she may still be seen seated according to her wont。 Others less superstitious supposed； that had it been possible to search the gulf of the Corri Dhu； the profound deeps of the lake； or the whelming eddies of the river； the remains of Elspat MacTavish might have been discoveredas nothing was more natural； considering her state of body and mind； than that she should have fallen in by accident； or precipitated herself intentionally； into one or other of those places of sure destruction。 The clergyman entertained an opinion of his own。 He thought that； impatient of the watch which was placed over her； this unhappy woman's instinct had taught her； as it directs various domestic animals； to withdraw herself from the sight of her own race； that the death…struggle might take place in some secret den； where； in all probability； her mortal relics would never meet the eyes of mortals。 This species of instinctive feeling seemed to him of a tenor with the whole course of her unhappy life； and most likely to influence her when it drew to a conclusion。 � End of THE HIGHLAND WIDOW。
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MR。 CROFTANGRY INTRODUCES ANOTHER TALE。
Together both on the high lawns appeared。 Under the opening eyelids of the morn They drove afield。 ELEGY ON LYCIDAS。
I have sometimes wondered why all the favourite occupations and pastimes of mankind go to the disturbance of that happy state of tranquillity； that OTIUM； as Horace terms it； which he says is the object of all men's prayers； whether preferred from sea or land； and that the undisturbed repose； of which we are so tenacious； when duty or necessity compels us to abandon it； is precisely what we long to exchange for a state of excitation； as soon as we may prolong it at our own pleasure。 Briefly； you have only to say to a man； 〃Remain at rest；〃 and you instantly inspire the love of labour。 The sportsman toils like his gamekeeper； the master of the pack takes as severe exercise as his whipper…in； the statesman or politician drudges more than the professional lawyer； and； to come to my own case； the volunteer author subjects himself to the risk of painful criticism； and the assured certainty of mental and manual labour； just as completely as his needy brother； whose necessities compel him to assume the pen。
These reflections have been suggested by an annunciation on the part of Janet； 〃that the little Gillie…whitefoot was come from the printing…office。〃
〃Gillie…blackfoot you should call him； Janet；〃 was my response； 〃for he is neither more nor less than an imp of the devil； come to torment me for COPY； for so the printers call a supply of manuscript for the press。〃
〃Now； Cot forgie your honour；〃 said Janet； 〃for it is no like your ainsell to give such names to a faitherless bairn。〃
〃I have got nothing else to give him； Janet； he must wait a little。〃
〃Then I have got some breakfast to give the bit gillie；〃 said Janet； 〃and he can wait by the fireside in the kitchen； till your honour's ready； and cood enough for the like of him； if he was to wait your honour's pleasure all day。〃
〃But； Janet；〃 said I to my little active superintendent； on her return to the parlour； after having made her hospitable arrangements； 〃I begin to find this writing our Chronicles is rather more tiresome than I expected； for here comes this little fellow to ask for manuscriptthat is； for something to print and I have got none to give him。〃
〃Your honour can be at nae loss。 I have seen you write fast and fast enough； and for subjects； you have the whole Highlands to write about； and I am sure you know a hundred tales better than that about Hamish MacTavish； for it was but about a young cateran and an auld carlin； when all's done； and if they had burned the rudas quean for a witch； I am thinking； may be they would not have tyned their coalsand her to gar her ne'er…do…weel son shoot a gentleman Cameron！ I am third cousin to the Camerons mysel'my blood warms to them。 And if you want to write about deserters； I am sure there were deserters enough on the top of Arthur's Seat； when the MacRaas broke out； and on that woeful day beside Leith Pierohonari！〃
Here Janet began to weep； and to wipe her eyes with her apron。 For my part； the idea I wanted was supplied； but I hesitated to make use of it。 Topics； like times； are apt to become common by frequent use。 It is only an ass like Justice Shallow； who would pitch upon the over…scutched tunes； which the carmen whistled； and try to pass them off as his FANCIES and his GOOD…NIGHTS。 Now； the Highlands； though formerly a rich mine for original matter； are； as my friend Mrs。 Bethune Baliol warned me； in some degree worn out by the incessant labour of modern romancers and novelists； who； finding in those remote regions primitive habits and manners； have vainly imagined that the public can never tire of them； and so kilted Highlanders are to be found as frequently； and nearly of as genuine descent； on the shelves of a circulating library； as at a Caledonian ball。 Much might have been made at an earlier time out of the history of a Highland regiment； and the singular revolution of ideas which must have taken place in the minds of those who composed it； when exchanging their native hills for the battle…fields of the Continent； and their simple； and sometimes indolent domestic habits for the regular exertions demanded by modern discipline。 But the market is forestalled。 There is Mrs。 Grant of Laggan； has drawn the manners； customs； and superstitions of the mountains in their natural unsophisticated state； ＇Letters from the Mountains； 3 vols。 Essays on the Superstitions of the HighlandersThe Highlanders； and other Poems； etc。＇ and my friend； General Stewart of Garth； ＇The gallant and amiable author of the History of the Highland Regiments； in whose glorious services his own share had been great； went out Governor of St Lucia in 1828； and died in that island on the 18th of December 1829；no man more regretted； or perhaps by a wider circle of friends and acquaintance。＇ in giving the real history of the Highland regiments； has rendered any attempt to fill up the sketch with fancy…colouring extremely rash and precarious。 Yet I； too； have still a lingering fancy to add a stone to the cairn； and without calling in imagination to aid the impressions of juvenile recollection； I may just attempt to embody one or two scenes illustrative of the Highland character； and which belong peculiarly to the Chronicles of the Canongate； to the grey…headed eld of whom they are as familiar as to Chrystal Croftangry。 Yet I will not go back to the days of clanship and claymores。 Have at you； gentle reader； with a tale of Two Drovers。 An oyster may be crossed in love； says the gentle Tilburinaand a drover may be touched on a point of honour； says the Chronicler of the Canongate。
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THE TWO DROVERS。
CHAPTER I。
It was the day after Doune Fair when my story commences。 It had been a brisk market。 Several dealers had attended from the northern and midland counties in England； and English money had flown so merrily about as to gladden the hearts of the Highland farmers。 Many large droves were about to set off for England； under the protection of their owners； or of the topsmen whom they employed in the tedious； laborious； and responsible office of driving the cattle for many hundred miles； from the market where they had been purchased； to the fields or farmyards where they were to be fattened for the shambles。
The Highlanders in particular are masters of this difficult trade of driving； which seems to suit them as well as the trade of war。 It affords exercise for all their habits of patient endurance and active exertion。 They are required to know perfectly the drove… roads； which lie over the wildest tracts of the country； and to avoid as much as possible the highways； which distress the feet of the bullocks； and the turnpikes； which annoy the spirit of the drover； whereas on the broad green or grey track which leads across the pathless moor； the herd not only move at ease and without taxation； but； if they mind their business； may pick up a mouthful of food by the way。 At night the drovers usually sleep along with their cattle； let the weather be what it will； and many of these hardy men do not once rest under a roof during a journey on foot from Lochaber to Lincolnshire。 They are paid very highly； for the trust reposed is of the last
