The life of Sir William Wallace, the governor general of Scotland, and hero of the Scottish chiefs. By Peter Donaldson.

48 THE LIFE Oi
beneath his armour to his vitals, and laid him dead
beside the departed traitor. They cried, " Treason,
treason!" in doleful shrieks, being convinced that the
audacious claymore of Wallace had pierced the heart
of their chieftain. The two brave Scots escaped impending doom, in the midst of the confusion and gloom
of the night.
Butler changed colour with grief and rage when he
saw Sir Gerard Heron gasping on the ground. He
immediately sent some of his men to inter the slain,
some to search the woods, some to scour the plain,
and others remained with him to guard the passes till
the return of day. Wallace, in the mean time, passed through the woods, in grief about the absence of
his two brave men, Stephen and Kierly, and arrived
safely at Gaskhall, where pressing hunger rendered
them bold enough to take two good sheep from a
neigbouring fold, andto roast them for supper. There
Wallace, in a dream, thought he heard the sound of
the loudest horn, and sent all his men, one by one, to
learn who should blow the horn of war. None returned to their chieftain, and, as the noise grew louder
and louder, his soul was racked with grief and pain
about the absence of his companions. The dreadful
sound increased in louder roar, and made the warrior
tremble. He snatched his dauntless claymore, collected in his strength and moved to the gate, where
the frightful appearance of Faudon stood, holding his
bleeding head in his hand. Wallace drew a cross
and stood, when at that moment, Faudon threw his
bloody head at Wallace, who seized it by the hair
and returned it to its owner. He awoke and flew
out at the window, and fl(d along the river. Then