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END OF THE FLIGHT: WE PASS THE FORTH
The month, as I have said, was not
yet out, but it
was already far through August, and beautiful warm weather, with every
an early and great harvest, when I was pronounced able for my journey.
Our money was now run to so low an ebb that we must
think first of all on
speed; for if we came not soon to Mr. Rankeillor's, or if when we came
should fail to help me, we must surely starve.
In Alan's view, besides, the hunt must have now
greatly slackened; and
the line of the Forth and even Stirling Bridge, which is the main pass
river, would be watched with little interest.
"It's a chief principle in military
affairs," said he, "to go where ye are least expected.
Forth is our trouble; ye ken the saying, 'Forth
bridles the wild
if we seek to
creep round about the head of that river and come down by Kippen or
it's just precisely there that they'll be looking to lay hands on us.
But if we stave on straight to the auld Brig of
Stirling, I'll lay my
sword they let us pass unchallenged."
The first night, accordingly, we pushed to the house of a Maclaren in Strathire, a friend of Duncan's, where we slept the twenty-first of the month, and whence we set forth again about the fall of night to make another easy stage. The twenty-second we lay in a heather bush on the hillside in Uam Var, within view of a herd of deer, the happiest ten hours of sleep in a fine, breathing sunshine and on bone-dry ground, that I have ever tasted. That night we struck Allan Water, and followed it down; and coming to the edge of the hills saw the whole Carse of Stirling underfoot, as flat as a pancake, with the town and castle on a hill in the midst of it, and the moon shining on the Links of Forth.
"Now," said Alan, "I kenna if ye
but ye're in your own land again.
passed the Hieland Line in the first hour; and now if we could but pass
crooked water, we might cast our bonnets in the air."
In Allan Water, near by where it falls into the Forth, we found a little sandy islet, overgrown with burdock, butterbur and the like low plants, that would just cover us if we lay flat. Here it was we made our camp, within plain view of Stirling Castle, whence we could hear the drums beat as some part of the garrison paraded. Shearers worked all day in a field on one side of the river, and we could hear the stones going on the hooks and the voices and even the words of the men talking. It behoved to lie close and keep silent. But the sand of the little isle was sun-warm, the green plants gave us shelter for our heads, we had food and drink in plenty; and to crown all, we were within sight of safety.
As soon as the shearers quit their
work and the dusk
began to fall, we waded ashore and struck for the Bridge of Stirling,
the fields and under the field fences.
The bridge is close under the
castle hill, an old,
high, narrow bridge with pinnacles along the parapet; and you may
how much interest I looked upon it, not only as a place famous in
as the very doors of salvation to Alan and myself.
The moon was not yet up when we came there; a few
shone along the front of the fortress, and lower down a few lighted
the town; but it was all mighty still, and there seemed to be no guard
I was for pushing straight across;
but Alan was more
"It looks unco' quiet," said he;
for all that we'll lie down here cannily behind a dyke, and make sure."
So we lay for about a quarter of an
whispering, whiles lying still and hearing nothing earthly but the
the water on the piers. At
there came by an old, hobbling woman with a crutch stick; who first
little, close to where we lay, and bemoaned herself and the long way
travelled; and then set forth again up the steep spring of the bridge.
The woman was so little, and the night still so
dark, that we soon lost
sight of her; only heard the sound of her steps, and her stick, and a
she had by fits, draw slowly farther away.
"She's bound to be across now," I
"Na," said Alan, "her foot still
upon the bridge."
And just then — "Who goes?" cried a voice, and we heard the butt of a musket rattle on the stones. I must suppose the sentry had been sleeping, so that had we tried, we might have passed unseen; but he was awake now, and the chance forfeited.
"This'll never do," said Alan. "This'll never, never do for us, David."
And without another word, he began to crawl away through the fields; and a little after, being well out of eye-shot, got to his feet again, and struck along a road that led to the eastward. I could not conceive what he was doing; and indeed I was so sharply cut by the disappointment, that I was little likely to be pleased with anything. A moment back and I had seen myself knocking at Mr. Rankeillor's door to claim my inheritance, like a hero in a ballad; and here was I back again, a wandering, hunted blackguard, on the wrong side of Forth.
"Well?" said I.
"Well," said Alan, "what would ye
have? They're none
such fools as I
took them for. We have still the Forth to pass, Davie — weary fall the
that fed and the hillsides that guided it!"
"And why go east?" said I.
"Ou, just upon the chance!" said he.
"If we cannae pass the river, we'll have to see what
we can do for
"There are fords upon the river,
and none upon
the firth," said I.
"To be sure there are fords, and a
forbye," quoth Alan; "and of what service, when they are
"Well," said I, "but a river can be
"By them that have the skill of it," returned he; "but I have yet to hear that either you or me is much of a hand at that exercise; and for my own part, I swim like a stone."
"I'm not up to you in talking back,
I said; "but I can see we're making bad worse.
If it's hard to pass a river, it stands to reason it
worse to pass a sea."
"But there's such a thing as a
Alan, "or I'm the more deceived."
"Ay, and such a thing as money," says I. "But for us that have neither one nor other, they might just as well not have been invented."
"Ye think so?" said Alan.
"I do that," said I.
"David," says he, "ye're a man of small invention and less faith. But let me set my wits upon the hone, and if I cannae beg, borrow, nor yet steal a boat, I'll make one!"
"I think I see ye!" said I. "And what's more than all that: if ye pass a bridge, it can tell no tales; but if we pass the firth, there's the boat on the wrong side — somebody must have brought it — the country-side will all be in a bizz — -"
"Man!" cried Alan, "if I make a
I'll make a body to take it back again! So deave me with no more of
nonsense, but walk (for that's what you've got to do) — and let Alan
All night, then, we walked through
the north side of
the Carse under the high line of the Ochil mountains; and by Alloa and
Clackmannan and Culross, all of which we avoided: and about ten in the
mighty hungry and tired, came to the little clachan of Limekilns.
This is a place that sits near in by the water-side,
and looks across the
Hope to the town of the Queensferry.
went up from both of these, and from other villages and farms upon all
The fields were being reaped; two ships lay
anchored, and boats were
coming and going on the Hope. It
was altogether a right pleasant sight to me; and I could not take my
gazing at these comfortable, green, cultivated hills and the busy
people both of
the field and sea.
For all that, there was Mr. Rankeillor's house on the south shore, where I had no doubt wealth awaited me; and here was I upon the north, clad in poor enough attire of an outlandish fashion, with three silver shillings left to me of all my fortune, a price set upon my head, and an outlawed man for my sole company.
"O, Alan!" said I, "to think of it!
Over there, there's all that heart could want
waiting me; and the birds
go over, and the boats go over — all that please can go, but just me
O, man, but it's a heart-break!"
In Limekilns we entered a small
we only knew to be a public by the wand over the door, and bought some
cheese from a good-looking lass that was the servant.
This we carried with us in a bundle, meaning to sit
and eat it in a bush
of wood on the sea-shore, that we saw some third part of a mile in
As we went, I kept looking across the water and
sighing to myself; and
though I took no heed of it, Alan had fallen into a muse. At last he
"Did ye take heed of the lass we bought this of?" says he, tapping on the bread and cheese.
"To be sure," said I, "and a bonny
lass she was."
"Ye thought that?" cries he.
"Man, David, that's good news."
"In the name of all that's
so?" says I. "What
can that do?"
"Well," said Alan, with one of his
looks, "I was rather in hopes it would maybe get us that boat."
"If it were the other way about, it
liker it," said I.
"That's all that you ken, ye see," said Alan. "I don't want the lass to fall in love with ye, I want her to be sorry for ye, David; to which end there is no manner of need that she should take you for a beauty. Let me see" (looking me curiously over). "I wish ye were a wee thing paler; but apart from that ye'll do fine for my purpose — ye have a fine, hang-dog, rag-and-tatter, clappermaclaw kind of a look to ye, as if ye had stolen the coat from a potato-bogle. Come; right about, and back to the change-house for that boat of ours."
I followed him, laughing.
"David Balfour," said he, "ye're a
very funny gentleman by your way of it, and this is a very funny employ
no doubt. For all
that, if ye have
any affection for my neck (to say nothing of your own) ye will perhaps
enough to take this matter responsibly.
am going to do a bit of play-acting, the bottom ground of which is just
as serious as the gallows for the pair of us.
So bear it, if ye please, in mind, and conduct
"Well, well," said I, "have it as
As we got near the clachan, he made me take his arm and hang upon it like one almost helpless with weariness; and by the time he pushed open the change-house door, he seemed to be half carrying me. The maid appeared surprised (as well she might be) at our speedy return; but Alan had no words to spare for her in explanation, helped me to a chair, called for a tass of brandy with which he fed me in little sips, and then breaking up the bread and cheese helped me to eat it like a nursery-lass; the whole with that grave, concerned, affectionate countenance, that might have imposed upon a judge. It was small wonder if the maid were taken with the picture we presented, of a poor, sick, overwrought lad and his most tender comrade. She drew quite near, and stood leaning with her back on the next table.
"What's like wrong with him?" said
Alan turned upon her, to my great
wonder, with a kind
of fury. "Wrong?" cries he. "He's
walked more hundreds of miles than he has hairs upon his chin, and
in wet heather than dry sheets. Wrong,
quo' she! Wrong
enough, I would think! Wrong, indeed!" and he kept
grumbling to himself as he fed me, like a man ill-pleased.
"He's young for the like of that,"
"Ower young," said Alan, with his
"He would be better riding," says she.
"And where could I get a horse to
cried Alan, turning on her with the same appearance of fury.
"Would ye have me steal?"
I thought this roughness would have
sent her off in
dudgeon, as indeed it closed her mouth for the time.
But my companion knew very well what he was doing;
and for as
simple as he was in some things of life, had a great fund of
roguishness in such
affairs as these.
"Ye neednae tell me," she said at
"Well," said Alan, softened a little (I believe against his will) by this artless comment, "and suppose we were? Did ever you hear that gentrice put money in folk's pockets?"
She sighed at this, as if she were
disinherited great lady. "No,"
says she, "that's true indeed."
I was all this while chafing at the
part I played,
and sitting tongue-tied between shame and merriment; but somehow at
this I could
hold in no longer, and bade Alan let me be, for I was better already.
My voice stuck in my throat, for I ever hated to
take part in lies; but
my very embarrassment helped on the plot, for the lass no doubt set
husky voice to sickness and fatigue.
"Has he nae friends?" said she, in
"That has he so!" cried Alan, "if we could but win to them! — friends and rich friends, beds to lie in, food to eat, doctors to see to him — and here he must tramp in the dubs and sleep in the heather like a beggarman."
"And why that?" says the lass.
"My dear," said Alan, "I cannae very safely say; but I'll tell ye what I'll do instead," says he, "I'll whistle ye a bit tune." And with that he leaned pretty far over the table, and in a mere breath of a whistle, but with a wonderful pretty sentiment, gave her a few bars of "Charlie is my darling."
"Wheesht," says she, and looked
shoulder to the door.
"That's it," said Alan.
"And him so young!" cries the lass.
"He's old enough to — — " and Alan
his forefinger on the back part of his neck, meaning that I was old
lose my head.
"It would be a black shame," she
"It's what will be, though," said
"unless we manage the better."
At this the lass turned and ran out
of that part of
the house, leaving us alone together.
in high good humour at the furthering of his schemes, and I in bitter
being called a Jacobite and treated like a child.
"Alan," I cried, "I can stand no
"Ye'll have to sit it then, Davie,"
he. "For if ye
upset the pot
now, ye may scrape your own life out of the fire, but Alan Breck is a
This was so true that I could only groan; and even my groan served Alan's purpose, for it was overheard by the lass as she came flying in again with a dish of white puddings and a bottle of strong ale.
"Poor lamb!" says she, and had no sooner set the meat before us, than she touched me on the shoulder with a little friendly touch, as much as to bid me cheer up. Then she told us to fall to, and there would be no more to pay; for the inn was her own, or at least her father's, and he was gone for the day to Pittencrieff. We waited for no second bidding, for bread and cheese is but cold comfort and the puddings smelt excellently well; and while we sat and ate, she took up that same place by the next table, looking on, and thinking, and frowning to herself, and drawing the string of her apron through her hand.
"I'm thinking ye have rather a long
tongue," she said at last to Alan.
"Ay" said Alan; "but ye see I ken
folk I speak to."
"I would never betray ye," said
"if ye mean that."
"No," said he, "ye're not that kind. But I'll tell ye what ye would do, ye would help."
"I couldnae," said she, shaking her head. "Na, I couldnae."
"No," said he, "but if ye could?"
She answered him nothing.
"Look here, my lass," said Alan,
"there are boats in the Kingdom of Fife, for I saw two (no less) upon
beach, as I came in by your town's end.
if we could have the use of a boat to pass under cloud of night into
and some secret, decent kind of a man to bring that boat back again and
counsel, there would be two souls saved — mine to all likelihood —
his to a
dead surety. If we
lack that boat,
we have but three shillings left in this wide world; and where to go,
and how to
do, and what other place there is for us except the chains of a gibbet — I give
you my naked word, I kenna! Shall
we go wanting, lassie? Are
lie in your warm bed and think upon us, when the wind gowls in the
the rain tirls on the roof? Are ye to eat your meat by the cheeks of a
and think upon this poor sick lad of mine, biting his finger ends on a
for cauld and hunger? Sick
sound, he must aye be moving; with the death grapple at his throat he
be trailing in the rain on the lang roads; and when he gants his last
rickle of cauld stanes, there will be nae friends near him but only me
At this appeal, I could see the
lass was in great
trouble of mind, being tempted to help us, and yet in some fear she
helping malefactors; and so now I determined to step in myself and to
scruples with a portion of the truth.
"Did ever you, hear" said I, "of Mr. Rankeillor of the Ferry?"
"Rankeillor the writer?" said she. "I daur say that!"
"Well," said I, "it's to his door that I am bound, so you may judge by that if I am an ill-doer; and I will tell you more, that though I am indeed, by a dreadful error, in some peril of my life, King George has no truer friend in all Scotland than myself."
Her face cleared up mightily at
this, although Alan's
"That's more than I would ask,"
"Mr. Rankeillor is a kennt man."
And she bade us finish our meat, get clear of the
clachan as soon as
might be, and lie close in the bit wood on the sea-beach.
"And ye can trust me," says she, "I'll find some
put you over."
At this we waited for no more, but
shook hands with
her upon the bargain, made short work of the puddings, and set forth
Limekilns as far as to the wood. It
was a small piece of perhaps a score of elders and hawthorns and a few
ashes, not thick enough to veil us from passersby upon the road or
Here we must lie, however, making the best of the
brave warm weather and
the good hopes we now had of a deliverance, and planing more
remained for us to do.
We had but one trouble all day;
when a strolling
piper came and sat in the same wood with us; a red-nosed, bleareyed,
dog, with a great bottle of whisky in his pocket, and a long story of
that had been done him by all sorts of persons, from the Lord President
Court of Session, who had denied him justice, down to the Bailies of
Inverkeithing who had given him more of it than he desired.
It was impossible but he should conceive some
suspicion of two men lying
all day concealed in a thicket and having no business to allege.
As long as he stayed there he kept us in hot water
with prying questions;
and after he was gone, as he was a man not very likely to hold his
were in the greater impatience to be gone ourselves.
The day came to an end with the same brightness; the night fell quiet and clear; lights came out in houses and hamlets and then, one after another, began to be put out; but it was past eleven, and we were long since strangely tortured with anxieties, before we heard the grinding of oars upon the rowing-pins. At that, we looked out and saw the lass herself coming rowing to us in a boat. She had trusted no one with our affairs, not even her sweetheart, if she had one; but as soon as her father was asleep, had left the house by a window, stolen a neighbour's boat, and come to our assistance single-handed.
I was abashed how to find expression for my thanks; but she was no less abashed at the thought of hearing them; begged us to lose no time and to hold our peace, saying (very properly) that the heart of our matter was in haste and silence; and so, what with one thing and another, she had set us on the Lothian shore not far from Carriden, had shaken hands with us, and was out again at sea and rowing for Limekilns, before there was one word said either of her service or our gratitude.
Even after she was gone, we had nothing to say, as indeed nothing was enough for such a kindness. Only Alan stood a great while upon the shore shaking his head.
"It is a very fine lass," he said at last. "David, it is a very fine lass." And a matter of an hour later, as we were lying in a den on the sea-shore and I had been already dozing, he broke out again in commendations of her character. For my part, I could say nothing, she was so simple a creature that my heart smote me both with remorse and fear: remorse because we had traded upon her ignorance; and fear lest we should have anyway involved her in the dangers of our situation.