DANDY DREGHORN.
After a few minutes' delay, the count entered alone. He was armed
just as I had seen him yesterday, and appeared somewhat jaded and
fatigued.
"Ah, my friend and countryman! I have again the honour to salute
you," said he, seating himself by my bedside. "A thousand
cannonades! how well you are looking this morning; you will be with
your regiment in a week. Ah, that fine regiment!--King Christian's
Invincibles, we call them now. But say, have these lasses, my
daughters, been kind to you?"
"Kind as sisters."
"Right! for every soldier--more especially a Scottish
soldier--should be their brother, as he is mine, when off the
battle-field. The girls are warm-hearted, for they have been reared,
not in courts and cities, among the parasites of kings and slaves of
fashion; but in camps and garrisons, among frank soldiers and
generous hearts--the gallant Austrians and daring Croats; and all
they inherit of old Scotland comes from me. I have been twice
married, my dear boy. The mother of Ernestine was a Spanish lady of
Flanders; the mother of Gabrielle, as you may see by her blooming
cheek and fair hair, was of Hainault--'Hainault the Valiant!' hence
the name of Gabrielle. They are two pretty pets; I love my dear
girls, but think, at times, I would rather they had been boys, that
they might have fought for the Catholic faith, and transmitted my
hard-won title to posterity. At other times," continued the count,
who seemed in high spirits and in a talking humour; "I am seized with
sore longings to see old Scotland again--to see my father's tower,
the blue waters, the purple mountains, and the pine-woods of my
native place. But I was a younger son. I have made me a new name, a
new fame, and patrimony of my own; I have hewn them out by my sword,
and fenced them round by gallant deeds. I will never again have to
enact the sorner or the trencherman at the hall-table of a kinsman,
or stoop to eat a vassal's bread, though given by an elder brother,
when here I am lord of three manors, Carlstein, Geizar, and
Kœningratz, and camp-master of horse, under the Emperor. Yet my
heart bled yesterday at the slaughter of my poor countrymen! Would
to God they came crowding to the banners of Ferdinand, as they now
crowd in tens of thousands to those of Gustavus Adolphus and his
rival, King Christian; of the Duke of Saxe-Weimar, and that prince of
cowards, Frederick Guelph, the Elector-Palatine. Then, indeed, the
northern war would end without a blow."
"Yet all your sympathy did not save our poor wounded men from
massacre at Boitzenburg."
"Tilly's orders were most stringent--to put all to the sword who
resisted, that a terror might be stricken into others, and the Elbe
abandoned. You do not know Tilly; his orders never bear but one
construction. We knew quite well that Dunbar had but five hundred
Highlanders in yonder sconce. We will never lack for information
while that sharp fellow Bandolo lives."
"Bandolo!" I repeated, thinking of Prudentia, the dancer, and
endeavouring to recollect something else; "I have surely heard that
name before."
"Thus I was ordered at all risks to force the bridge of Boitzenburg,
because it was your weakest point, and strengthened only by your
sconce, mounted by twenty guns, which Bandolo undertook to have
spiked the night before."
"That sconce was an effort of poor Learmonth's skill; but has there
been any fighting elsewhere?"
"I have not heard; but this I know, that Christian IV. struggles in
vain to keep us on this side of the Elbe; for we will soon build
boats, or by storming the bridges force a passage, and every where
enter Holstein."
"Since you are so well informed, count, perhaps you can acquaint me
where my comrades have marched to?"
"I cannot;--to-morrow our prince of spies will return from the Danish
side of the river, and Tilly will meet him here; we shall then know
more about them. But I implore you to keep out of the way of the
generalissimo, for otherwise I could neither be answerable for your
liberty or safety."
"Ah! then you do not mean to keep me a prisoner?" said I, with
sudden joy.
"A prisoner!--how could you think so? No, no; only till you are
well, when we must find some means of transmitting you to the Danish
army, which by that time will be in full retreat."
"Then; count, I mean to be quite well to-morrow; and surely King
Christian will not retreat by that time?"
"You shall not leave us so soon. When I was taken prisoner at the
battle of Duneberg, Colonel Sir John Hepburn, of Athelstaneford, kept
me for three weeks in his own tent before he would let me return.
But now, you must excuse me; to see you I have just stolen a few
minutes, and am compelled to return to where my headquarter force is
cantoned, for the whole army is closing up towards the Elbe.
Meantime, I leave you to the care of old Spürrledter and my
daughters."
"Will they not be alarmed by your departure?"
"Nay, nay; they have been used to see me go and come in my armour for
many a year. They have more than once seen me brought home
shoulder-high, upon a door, with a bullet through my body; and more
than twice have seen my horse Bellochio come home, with no trace of
his rider but the blood on his saddle-laps. Poor girls,--they are so
affectionate! Gabrielle is quite a child, but Ernestine is more of a
woman, and has considered herself one ever since she was three years
old; yet, with all her pride and reserve, she can at times be as
gentle, as frank, and as playful as Gabrielle. Tilly will be here
to-morrow, or next day at the farthest, and then we shall have warm
work; so, my young friend, until I see you again--farewell!"
The count retired, with his lofty red plume dancing above his
embossed helmet, and his sword Eisenhauer (or Ironhewer), as it could
cut both helmets and blades of steel, under his arm; then I was left,
for a time, to my reflections. About an hour afterwards, I heard
stealthy footsteps approaching; the door of my chamber opened, and
the broad, good-humoured Lowland face of Dandy Dreghorn--the same
soldier whom we had gauntleted for his gluttony on the
march--appeared, looking cautiously round the room. He had a large
Dutch leather flask in one hand, a brown-ware pot in the other, and a
loaf of bread under his arm. My helmet and cuirass, kilt, plaid, and
other trappings, were lying upon a sofa; and the moment he espied
these items, which were indicative of my presence, he advanced more
boldly, and overwhelmed me with questions about my wound, and noisy
exclamations of joy at having discovered me.
"'Od, sir, I'm glad I've fund ye oot, for I had a sair job seeking ye
through this muckle ark, from roof to grund stane, like a puir coo in
an unco loan. Eh! sir, that was an awfu' business at the Brig o'
Boitzenburg; what a sicht puir Fergus M'Vurich was, wi' the shot
through his nose! He was a grand piper that, and could blaw wi' his
mooth fu' o' meal!"
"And how fares it with thee, honest Dandy?" said I, giving him my
right hand.
"Ill eneuch, sir, Gude kens!" sighed Dandy, squatting himself upon
the floor, placing the jar, the loaf, and the bottle, between his
legs, and unclasping an immense jockteleg knife; "Ill eneuch! for
between that dour deevil, Corporal Spürrledter, and an auld besom o'
a housekeeper, that maks a' alike unwelcome, I am weel nigh starved;
for they gied me naething for supper last nicht, and for breakfast
this morning, but chappit cabbages."
"Cabbages?"
"Ay, sir, as I'm a leevin' man--chappit wi' pepper and vinegar, sic
as at hame we wadna gie to a grumphie soo. 'What the deil's this?'
said I to auld Spürrledter; '_Soor Craute_,' said he. 'Soor what?'
said I. 'Soor Craute,' he roared out, with an oath like twa sneezes
and a snort. 'The Lord hae a care o' me! is this the kind o' draff
and dreg you German bodies eat?' '_Yaw_,' said he, as he ladled a
bowlfu' into his stamach like a kail-eating Grant o' Strathspey; 'and
ver goot, too.' 'Does your billy o' an emperor eat kail-blades that
way?' He nodded his grey pow, for he was owre fu' to speak.
'Preserve us a'--what a beast he maun be!' said I. The auld beggar
lookit very like as if he wad hae stickit me, but I gloomed as if I
didna care a brass bodle for him."
"So, then, you have neither had supper last night, nor breakfast this
morning?" said I, seeing that Dandy was cutting his third slice from
the loaf, and was eating and speaking with equal rapidity.
"This will never do, I thocht; 'keep your ain fish-guts for your ain
seamaws, corporal,' said I; 'for before I will live on green
kail-blades, or castocks either, I'll see you and your emperor
baith----.' I didna say damned, but I thocht it. I then gaed awa on
the forage, and in a slee corner fand this braw pat o' honey, that
bottle o' skeidam, and a loaf; then I came in search o' you, sir, for
I feared ye might be faring on kail-blades too; and I ken they gang
sair against the stamach, unless weel boiled with beef, and mustard
conform thereto."
"Many thanks, good Dandy," said I, amused by this brave fellow's
garrulity; "I have already breakfasted, and have done so well."
"Then, sir, you'll let me mak mine beside ye, for the soond o' a
Scots tongue is just like music to me, and gies me an appetite
mairowre; for it gars me think o' the halesome breezes that blaw owre
the green braes, the sweet smelling heather, and the yellow corn-rigs
at hame. My hail heart and my een fill when I think on hame!" and,
flourishing his flask, Dandy began to sing,--
"Comin' thro' the Craigs o' Kyle,
Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather,
There I met a blue-eyed lassie,
Keepin' a' her flock thegither.
Owre the muir amang the heather!
Owre the muir amang the heather!
There I met--"
"For Heaven's sake, Dreghorn, make less noise."
"Fule that I was!" continued Dandy, continuing his repast and his
reflections together; "fule that I was ever to leave my plew, to
follow the deil and the drum in the Danish wars--ay, a damned fule,"
he added emphatically, with moistened eyes, as he sliced away at the
loaf, and with his jockteleg spread on the honey an inch thick, and
took alternately a large circular mouthful, and a draught from the
leathern flask. He then drew an oak quaigh from his sporran, and,
mixing the honey with the skeidam, said, "Will ye no tak a sup, sir?
this is just like Athole brose. Here's to ye, sir, and may we baith
be safe wi' Sir Donald in a day or twa; 'od, there's a gude Stirling
pint left yet in the flask, and I'll just pouch it."
"Have you seen the count's daughters, Dandy?"
"Ay, have I, Maister Rollo--twa saucy limmers, that laugh at me to my
very face!"
"They are very handsome."
"Handsome--sune ripe, sune rotten! They couldna haud a candle to
muirland Maggie at the Burnfit o' Drumlie."
"Animated by no love of glory, or desire for military fame, I cannot
conceive, Dandy, what tempted you to leave your plough, and become a
soldier."
"It's a lang story, sir," replied Dreghorn, with his mouth full; "but
I can mak it short enough, if you'll promise never to tell ony o' our
chields at the regiment; for then I wad hae to quit that, as I quat
the parochin o' Drumlie."
"I pledge you my word, Dandy."
"Weel, ye maun ken, sir," continued the hungry Andrew, sighing as he
spread the last of the honey on the last of the loaf; "I was a puir
plew-lad, and bided wi' an unmarried aunty, an auld whaislin,
wallydraigel deevil, that, because she had never gotten a gudeman,
took it into her wise heid to turn witch. Noo, sir, whether she was
a witch, or wasna a witch, I canna say; but she was auld enough, and
ugly enough, for ane; for her hook neb and hairy chin met when she
girned, and her twa een were sunk a finger length into her heid; but,
my certie! they could look oot wickedly eneuch when I suppit owre
muckle brose, stole her cream, or let her peas bannocks scouther on
the girdle. I say again, sir, that, whether she had any dealings wi'
the Auld Gentleman or no, I ken nocht, and noo I care nocht; but
_this_ I ken, that, as she never gaed to kirk or mercat, she sune got
the wyte o' a' that gaed wrang in the country side."
"Well, Dandy, such as----"
"Enchanting millwheels, that stood stock-still one hour, and whirled
the next as if the deil drave them; o' making toom yill-barrels dance
in the browster's yard; o' croaking on lumheids like a corbie, and
yowling on the sclaits like a cat; o' gieing the Dominie the palsy,
and the Precentor the pest, and causing ilka other ill that happened
in the parish; o' putting the hail pains o' child-birth upon Jock
Tamson the ruling elder, whose gudewife was safely delivered o' three
bairns, while he, gudeman, was dancing and raving about his kailyard,
thinking himself bewitched, as he was. She was accused o' raising up
whirlwinds; o' dancing wi the diel at the Nine-stane-rig, where he
cam dressed like a Hielandman (as I am), with kilt and hose, and the
Lord kens a' what mair, for she was like the colley wi' the ill name;
until at last our minister, Maister Kittletext, when riding hame to
the Manse on a munelicht nicht, frae a meeting o' the kirk-session,
saw twa brigs at the burn o' Drumlie, and was weel nigh dooked to
death by riding owre the wrang ane. Next morning, he swore before
the sheriff, that frae the moment he passed our cottage he saw every
thing double, whilk was naething wonderfu' in him, when pricking his
auld mear hame in the gloamin'; sae the session hauled my aunty
before them, screwed her with the caspie claws, pricked her wi' pins,
declared she was a witch, and burned her in the loan at the end o'
the toun; and, aye cankered as she was to me, I grat like a wean when
I saw the bleeze, as I sat about a mile off on the hill o' Drumlie,
for in that bleeze the last o' a' my kith and kin was passing away.
After this, the hail parochin misca'ed me as a witch's kinsman, nane
wad employ me; sae a mouthfu' o' meat, a sup o' kail, or a bite frae
a bannock, wasna to be had. The men gloomed--the women gied me the
gae-bye--the bairns pu'ed my plaid-neuk and cast stanes after me,
till my life was weary. I grat wi' spite, and said, 'Deil tak the
parish o' Drumlie, and a' that are in't! I'll turn sodjier, and
march to Low Germanie'--and sae, sir, I am here."
Finding that he was wearying me, and that I was somewhat inclined to
sleep, Dandy left me for the purpose of foraging for more vivres
against the time of dinner, as he had a mortal aversion to having
recourse to Corporal Spürrledter's basins of growte.