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THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE MOOR
Some seven hours' incessant, hard travelling brought us early in the morning to the end of a range of mountains. In front of us there lay a piece of low, broken, desert land, which we must now cross. The sun was not long up, and shone straight in our eyes; a little, thin mist went up from the face of the moorland like a smoke; so that (as Alan said) there might have been twenty squadron of dragoons there and we none the wiser.
We sat down, therefore, in a howe
of the hill-side
till the mist should have risen, and made ourselves a dish of drammach,
a council of war.
"David," said Alan, "this is the kittle bit. Shall we lie here till it comes night, or shall we risk it, and stave on ahead?"
"Well," said I, "I am tired indeed, but I could walk as far again, if that was all."
"Ay, but it isnae," said Alan, "nor
yet the half. This
is how we stand:
Appin's fair death to us. To
south it's all Campbells, and no to be thought of.
To the north; well, there's no muckle to be gained
by going north;
neither for you, that wants to get to Queensferry, nor yet for me, that
get to France. Well,
can strike east."
"East be it!" says I, quite
cheerily; but I
was thinking" in to myself: "O, man, if you would only take one point
of the compass and let me take any other, it would be the best for both
"Well, then, east, ye see, we have
muirs," said Alan. "Once
there, David, it's mere pitch-and-toss.
on yon bald, naked, flat place, where can a body turn to? Let the
over a hill, they can spy you miles away; and the sorrow's in their
heels, they would soon ride you down.
It's no good place, David; and I'm free to say, it's
daylight than by dark."
"Alan," said I, "hear my way of it.
Appin's death for us; we have none too much money,
nor yet meal; the
longer they seek, the nearer they may guess where we are; it's all a
risk; and I
give my word to go ahead until we drop."
Alan was delighted.
"There are whiles," said he, "when ye are altogether
canny and Whiggish to be company for a gentleman like me; but there
whiles when ye show yoursel' a mettle spark; and it's then, David, that
ye like a brother."
The mist rose and died away, and showed us that country lying as waste as the sea; only the moorfowl and the pewees crying upon it, and far over to the east, a herd of deer, moving like dots. Much of it was red with heather; much of the rest broken up with bogs and hags and peaty pools; some had been burnt black in a heath fire; and in another place there was quite a forest of dead firs, standing like skeletons. A wearier-looking desert man never saw; but at least it was clear of troops, which was our point.
We went down accordingly into the waste, and began to make our toilsome and devious travel towards the eastern verge. There were the tops of mountains all round (you are to remember) from whence we might be spied at any moment; so it behoved us to keep in the hollow parts of the moor, and when these turned aside from our direction to move upon its naked face with infinite care. Sometimes, for half an hour together, we must crawl from one heather bush to another, as hunters do when they are hard upon the deer. It was a clear day again, with a blazing sun; the water in the brandy bottle was soon gone; and altogether, if I had guessed what it would be to crawl half the time upon my belly and to walk much of the rest stooping nearly to the knees, I should certainly have held back from such a killing enterprise.
Toiling and resting and toiling
again, we wore away
the morning; and about noon lay down in a thick bush of heather to
took the first watch; and it seemed to me I had scarce closed my eyes
was shaken up to take the second.
had no clock to go by; and Alan stuck a sprig of heath in the ground to
instead; so that as soon as the shadow of the bush should fall so far
east, I might know to rouse him. But
I was by this time so weary that I could have slept twelve hours at a
had the taste of sleep in my throat; my joints slept even when my mind
waking; the hot smell of the heather, and the drone of the wild bees,
possets to me; and every now and again I would give a jump and find I
The last time I woke I seemed to
come back from
farther away, and thought the sun had taken a great start in the
I looked at the sprig of heath, and at that I could
have cried aloud: for
I saw I had betrayed my trust. My
head was nearly turned with fear and shame; and at what I saw, when I
around me on the moor, my heart was like dying in my body.
For sure enough, a body of horse-soldiers had come
down during my sleep,
and were drawing near to us from the south-east, spread out in the
shape of a
fan and riding their horses to and fro in the deep parts of the heather.
When I waked Alan, he glanced first
at the soldiers,
then at the mark and the position of the sun, and knitted his brows
sudden, quick look, both ugly and anxious, which was all the reproach I
"What are we to do now?" I asked.
"We'll have to play at being
he. "Do ye see yon
mountain?" pointing to one on the north-eastern sky.
"Ay," said I.
"Well, then," says he, "let us
for that. Its name
is Ben Alder. it
is a wild, desert mountain full of hills and hollows, and if we can win
before the morn, we may do yet."
"But, Alan," cried I, "that will take us across the very coming of the soldiers!"
"I ken that fine," said he; "but if we are driven back on Appin, we are two dead men. So now, David man, be brisk!"
With that he began to run forward on his hands and knees with an incredible quickness, as though it were his natural way of going. All the time, too, he kept winding in and out in the lower parts of the moorland where we were the best concealed. Some of these had been burned or at least scathed with fire; and there rose in our faces (which were close to the ground) a blinding, choking dust as fine as smoke. The water was long out; and this posture of running on the hands and knees brings an overmastering weakness and weariness, so that the joints ache and the wrists faint under your weight.
Now and then, indeed, where was a
big bush of
heather, we lay awhile, and panted, and putting aside the leaves,
looked back at
the dragoons. They
had not spied
us, for they held straight on; a half-troop, I think, covering about
of ground, and beating it mighty thoroughly as they went.
I had awakened just in time; a little later, and we
must have fled in
front of them, instead of escaping on one side.
Even as it was, the least misfortune might betray
us; and now and again,
when a grouse rose out of the heather with a clap of wings, we lay as
the dead and were afraid to breathe.
The aching and faintness of my
body, the labouring of
my heart, the soreness of my hands, and the smarting of my throat and
the continual smoke of dust and ashes, had soon grown to be so
unbearable that I
would gladly have given up. Nothing
but the fear of Alan lent me enough of a false kind of courage to
As for himself (and you are to bear in mind that he
was cumbered with a
great-coat) he had first turned crimson, but as time went on the
to be mingled with patches of white; his breath cried and whistled as
and his voice, when he whispered his observations in my ear during our
sounded like nothing human. Yet
seemed in no way dashed in spirits, nor did he at all abate in his
that I was driven, to marvel at the man's endurance.
At length, in the first gloaming of
the night, we
heard a trumpet sound, and looking back from among the heather, saw the
beginning to collect. A
after, they had built a fire and camped for the night, about the middle
At this I begged and besought that
we might lie down
"There shall be no sleep the
Alan. "From now on,
weary dragoons of yours will keep the crown of the muirland, and none
out of Appin but winged fowls. We
got through in the nick of time, and shall we jeopard what we've gained?
Na, na, when the day comes, it shall find you and me
in a fast place on
"Alan," I said, "it's not the want
will: it's the strength that I want.
I could, I would; but as sure as I'm alive I cannot."
"Very well, then," said Alan. "I'll carry ye."
I looked to see if he were jesting; but no, the little man was in dead earnest; and the sight of so much resolution shamed me.
"Lead away!" said I. "I'll follow."
He gave me one look as much as to
done, David!" and off he set again at his top speed.
It grew cooler and even a little darker (but not much) with the coming of the night. The sky was cloudless; it was still early in July, and pretty far north; in the darkest part of that night, you would have needed pretty good eyes to read, but for all that, I have often seen it darker in a winter mid-day. Heavy dew fell and drenched the moor like rain; and this refreshed me for a while. When we stopped to breathe, and I had time to see all about me, the clearness and sweetness of the night, the shapes of the hills like things asleep, and the fire dwindling away behind us, like a bright spot in the midst of the moor, anger would come upon me in a clap that I must still drag myself in agony and eat the dust like a worm.
By what I have read in books, I think few that have held a pen were ever really wearied, or they would write of it more strongly. I had no care of my life, neither past nor future, and I scarce remembered there was such a lad as David Balfour. I did not think of myself, but just of each fresh step which I was sure would be my last, with despair — and of Alan, who was the cause of it, with hatred. Alan was in the right trade as a soldier; this is the officer's part to make men continue to do things, they know not wherefore, and when, if the choice was offered, they would lie down where they were and be killed. And I dare say I would have made a good enough private; for in these last hours it never occurred to me that I had any choice but just to obey as long as I was able, and die obeying.
Day began to come in, after years,
I thought; and by
that time we were past the greatest danger, and could walk upon our
men, instead of crawling like brutes.
dear heart have mercy! what a pair we must have made, going double like
grandfathers, stumbling like babes, and as white as dead folk. Never a
passed between us; each set his mouth and kept his eyes in front of
lifted up his foot and set it down again, like people lifting weights
at a country
play; all the while, with the
"peep!" in the heather, and the light coming slowly clearer in the
I say Alan did as I did. Not that ever I looked at him, for I had enough ado to keep my feet; but because it is plain he must have been as stupid with weariness as myself, and looked as little where we were going, or we should not have walked into an ambush like blind men.
It fell in this way. We were going down a heathery brae, Alan leading and I following a pace or two behind, like a fiddler and his wife; when upon a sudden the heather gave a rustle, three or four ragged men leaped out, and the next moment we were lying on our backs, each with a dirk at his throat.
I don't think I cared; the pain of
handling was quite swallowed up by the pains of which I was already
full; and I
was too glad to have stopped walking to mind about a dirk.
I lay looking up in the face of the man that held
me; and I mind his face
was black with the sun, and his eyes very light, but I was not afraid
of him. I
heard Alan and another whispering in the Gaelic; and what they said was
Then the dirks were put up, our weapons were taken away, and we were set face to face, sitting in the heather.
"They are Cluny's men," said Alan.
"We couldnae have fallen better.
We're just to bide here with these, which are his
out-sentries, till they
can get word to the chief of my arrival."
Now Cluny Macpherson, the chief of the clan Vourich, had been one of the leaders of the great rebellion six years before; there was a price on his life; and I had supposed him long ago in France, with the rest of the heads of that desperate party. Even tired as I was, the surprise of what I heard half wakened me.
"What," I cried, "is Cluny still
"Ay, is he so!" said Alan. "Still in his own country and kept by his own clan. King George can do no more."
I think I would have asked farther,
but Alan gave me
the put-off. "I am rather wearied," he said, "and I would like
fine to get a sleep." And
without more words, he rolled on his face in a deep heather bush, and
sleep at once.
There was no such thing possible for me. You have heard grasshoppers whirring in the grass in the summer time? Well, I had no sooner closed my eyes, than my body, and above all my head, belly, and wrists, seemed to be filled with whirring grasshoppers; and I must open my eyes again at once, and tumble and toss, and sit up and lie down; and look at the sky which dazzled me, or at Cluny's wild and dirty sentries, peering out over the top of the brae and chattering to each other in the Gaelic.
That was all the rest I had, until
returned; when, as it appeared that Cluny would be glad to receive us,
get once more upon our feet and set forward.
Alan was in excellent good spirits, much refreshed
by his sleep, very
hungry, and looking pleasantly forward to a dram and a dish of hot
which, it seems, the messenger had brought him word. For my part, it
sick to hear of eating. I
dead-heavy before, and now I felt a kind of dreadful lightness, which
suffer me to walk. I
drifted like a
gossamer; the ground seemed to me a cloud, the hills a feather-weight,
to have a current, like a running burn, which carried me to and fro.
With all that, a sort of horror of despair sat on my
mind, so that I
could have wept at my own helplessness.
I saw Alan knitting his brows at
me, and supposed it
was in anger; and that gave me a pang of light-headed fear, like what a
may have. I remember, too, that I was smiling, and could not stop
as I tried; for I thought it was out of place at such a time.
But my good companion had nothing in his mind but
kindness; and the next
moment, two of the gillies had me by the arms, and I began to be
with great swiftness (or so it appeared to me, although I dare say it
enough in truth), through a labyrinth of dreary glens and hollows and
heart of that dismal mountain of Ben Alder.