第42章 THE LAD WITH THE SILVER BUTTON:ACROSS MORVEN(2)

This I found to be another catechist,but of a different order from the blind man of Mull:being indeed one of those sent out by the Edinburgh Society for Propagating Christian Knowledge,to evangelise the more savage places of the Highlands.His name was Henderland;he spoke with the broad south-country tongue,which Iwas beginning to weary for the sound of;and besides common countryship,we soon found we had a more particular bond of interest.For my good friend,the minister of Essendean,had translated into the Gaelic in his by-time a number of hymns and pious books which Henderland used in his work,and held in great esteem.Indeed,it was one of these he was carrying and reading when we met.

We fell in company at once,our ways lying together as far as to Kingairloch.As we went,he stopped and spoke with all the wayfarers and workers that we met or passed;and though of course I could not tell what they discoursed about,yet I judged Mr.

Henderland must be well liked in the countryside,for I observed many of them to bring out their mulls and share a pinch of snuff with him.

I told him as far in my affairs as I judged wise;as far,that is,as they were none of Alan's;and gave Balachulish as the place I was travelling to,to meet a friend;for I thought Aucharn,or even Duror,would be too particular,and might put him on the scent.

On his part,he told me much of his work and the people he worked among,the hiding priests and Jacobites,the Disarming Act,the dress,and many other curiosities of the time and place.He seemed moderate;blaming Parliament in several points,and especially because they had framed the Act more severely against those who wore the dress than against those who carried weapons.

This moderation put it in my mind to question him of the Red Fox and the Appin tenants;questions which,I thought,would seem natural enough in the mouth of one travelling to that country.

He said it was a bad business."It's wonderful,"said he,"where the tenants find the money,for their life is mere starvation.

(Ye don't carry such a thing as snuff,do ye,Mr.Balfour?No.

Well,I'm better wanting it.)But these tenants (as I was saying)are doubtless partly driven to it.James Stewart in Duror (that's him they call James of the Glens)is half-brother to Ardshiel,the captain of the clan;and he is a man much looked up to,and drives very hard.And then there's one they call Alan Breck--""Ah!"I cried,"what of him?"

"What of the wind that bloweth where it listeth?"said Henderland."He's here and awa;here to-day and gone to-morrow:

a fair heather-cat.He might be glowering at the two of us out of yon whin-bush,and I wouldnae wonder!Ye'll no carry such a thing as snuff,will ye?"I told him no,and that he had asked the same thing more than once.

"It's highly possible,"said he,sighing."But it seems strange ye shouldnae carry it.However,as I was saying,this Alan Breck is a bold,desperate customer,and well kent to be James's right hand.His life is forfeit already;he would boggle at naething;and maybe,if a tenant-body was to hang back he would get a dirk in his wame.""You make a poor story of it all,Mr.Henderland,"said I."If it is all fear upon both sides,I care to hear no more of it.""Na,"said Mr.Henderland,"but there's love too,and self-denial that should put the like of you and me to shame.There's something fine about it;no perhaps Christian,but humanly fine.

Even Alan Breck,by all that I hear,is a chield to be respected.

There's many a lying sneck-draw sits close in kirk in our own part of the country,and stands well in the world's eye,and maybe is a far worse man,Mr.Balfour,than yon misguided shedder of man's blood.Ay,ay,we might take a lesson by them.--Ye'll perhaps think I've been too long in the Hielands?"he added,smiling to me.

I told him not at all;that I had seen much to admire among the Highlanders;and if he came to that,Mr.Campbell himself was a Highlander.

"Ay,"said he,"that's true.It's a fine blood.""And what is the King's agent about?"I asked.