The Waverley novels, by Sir Walter Scott, complete in 12 vol., printed from the latest English ed., embracing the author's last corrections, prefaces & notes.

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lang-tongued jaud the gudewife there; I'll be sworn my maister ken'd naething about it. But he's wilfu' to gang up the hills and speak wi' Rob;
and 0, sir, it wad be a charity just to send a wheen o' your red-coats to see
him safe back to Glasgow again whether he will or no.- And ye can keep
Mr. Jarvie as lang as ye like-He's responsible eneugh for ony fine ye may
lay on hil - and so's my master for that matter; for me, I'm just a puir
gardener lad, and no worth your steering."'
"I believe," said the officer, "the best thing I can do is to send these
persons to the garrison under an escort. They seem to be in immediate
correspondence with the enemy, and I shall be in no respect answerable for
suffering them to be at liberty. Gentlemen, you will consider yourselves as
my prisoners. So soon as dawn approaches, I will send you to a place of
security. If you be the persons you describe yourselves, it will soon appear,
and you will sustain no great inconvenience from being detained a day or
two. I can hear no remonstrances," he continued, turning away from the
Bailie, whose mouth was open to address him; " the service I am on gives
me no time for idle discussions."
"Aweel, aweel, sir," said the Bailie, "you're welcome to a tune on your
ain fiddle; but see if I dinna gar ye dance till't afore a's dune."
An anxious consultation now took place between the officer and the Highlanders, but carried on in so low a tone, that it was impossible to catch the
sense. So soon as it was concluded they all left the house. At their departure, the Bailie thus expressed himself:-" Thae Ilielandmen are o' the
westland clans, and just as light-handed as their neighbours, an a' tales be
true, and yet ye see they hae brought them frae the head o' Argyleshire to
make war wi' puir Rob for some auld ill-will that they hae at him and his
sirname. And there's the Grahames, and the Buchanans, and the Lennox
gentry, a' mpounted and in order-It's weel ken'd their quarrel; and I dinna
blame them-naebody likes to lose his kye. And then there's sodgers, puir
things, hoyed out frae the garrison at a' body's bidding-Puir Rob will hae
his hands fu' by the time the sun comes ower the hill. Weel -it's wrang
for a magistrate to be wishing onything agane the course o' justice, but
deil o' me an I wad break my heart to hear that Rob had gien them a' their
paiks!"
-- General,
Hear me, and mark me well, and look upon me
Directly in my face - my woman's face -
See if one fear, one shadow of a terror,
One paleness dare appear, but from my anger,
To lay hold on your mercies.
BONDUCA.
WE were permitted to slumber out the remainder of the night in the best
manner that the miserable accommodations of the alehouse permitted. The
Bailie, fatigued with his journey and the subsequent scenes-less interested
also in the event of our arrest, which to him could only be a matter of temporary inconvenience-perhaps less nice than' habit had rendered me about
the cleanliness or decency of his couch, - tumbled himself into one of the
cribs which I have already described, and soon was heard to snore soundly.
A broken sleep, snatched by intervals, while I rested my head upon the
table, was my only refreshment. In the course of the night I had occasion