CHAPTER XXVI

The Elliots and Armstrongs did convene,

They were a gallant company!

Ballad of Johnnie Armstrong

Without noticing the occupations of an intervening day or two, which,

as they consisted of the ordinary silvan amusements of shooting and

coursing, have nothing sufficiently interesting to detain the reader,

we pass to one in some degree peculiar to Scotland, which may be called

a sort of salmon-hunting. This chase, in which the fish is pursued and

struck with barbed spears, or a sort of long-shafted trident, called a

waster, is much practised at the mouth of the Esk and in the other

salmon rivers of Scotland. The sport is followed by day and night, but

most commonly in the latter, when the fish are discovered by means of

torches, or fire-grates, filled with blazing fragments of tar-barrels,

which shed a strong though partial light upon the water. On the present

occasion the principal party were embarked in a crazy boat upon a part

of the river which was enlarged and deepened by the restraint of a

mill-wear, while others, like the ancient Bacchanals in their gambols,

ran along the banks, brandishing their torches and spears, and pursuing

the salmon, some of which endeavoured to escape up the stream, while

others, shrouding themselves under roots of trees, fragments of stones,

and large rocks, attempted to conceal themselves from the researches of

the fishermen. These the party in the boat detected by the slightest

indications; the twinkling of a fin, the rising of an airbell, was

sufficient to point out to these adroit sportsmen in what direction to

use their weapon.

The scene was inexpressibly animating to those accustomed to it; but,

as Brown was not practised to use the spear, he soon tired of making

efforts which were attended with no other consequences than jarring his

arms against the rocks at the bottom of the river, upon which, instead

of the devoted salmon, he often bestowed his blow. Nor did he relish,

though he concealed feelings which would not have been understood,

being quite so near the agonies of the expiring salmon, as they lay

flapping about in the boat, which they moistened with their blood. He

therefore requested to be put ashore, and, from the top of a heugh or

broken bank, enjoyed the scene much more to his satisfaction. Often he

thought of his friend Dudley the artist, when he observed the effect

produced by the strong red glare on the romantic banks under which the

boat glided. Now the light diminished to a distant star that seemed to

twinkle on the waters, like those which, according to the legends of

the country, the water-kelpy sends for the purpose of indicating the

watery grave of his victims. Then it advanced nearer, brightening and

enlarging as it again approached, till the broad flickering flame

rendered bank and rock and tree visible as it passed, tingeing them

with its own red glare of dusky light, and resigning them gradually to

darkness, or to pale moonlight, as it receded. By this light also were

seen the figures in the boat, now holding high their weapons, now

stooping to strike, now standing upright, bronzed by the same red glare

into a colour which might have befitted the regions of Pandemonium.

Having amused himself for some time with these effects of light and

shadow, Brown strolled homewards towards the farm-house, gazing in his

way at the persons engaged in the sport, two or three of whom are

generally kept together, one holding the torch, the others with their

spears, ready to avail themselves of the light it affords to strike

their prey. As he observed one man struggling with a very weighty

salmon which he had speared, but was unable completely to raise from

the water, Brown advanced close to the bank to see the issue of his

exertions. The man who held the torch in this instance was the

huntsman, whose sulky demeanour Brown had already noticed with

surprise. 'Come here, sir! come here, sir! look at this ane! He turns

up a side like a sow.' Such was the cry from the assistants when some

of them observed Brown advancing.

'Ground the waster weel, man! ground the waster weel! Haud him down! Ye

haena the pith o' a cat!' were the cries of advice, encouragement, and

expostulation from those who were on the bank to the sportsman engaged

with the salmon, who stood up to his middle in water, jingling among

broken ice, struggling against the force of the fish and the strength

of the current, and dubious in what manner he should attempt to secure

his booty. As Brown came to the edge of the bank, he called out--'Hold

up your torch, friend huntsman!' for he had already distinguished his

dusky features by the strong light cast upon them by the blaze. But the

fellow no sooner heard his voice, and saw, or rather concluded, it was

Brown who approached him, than, instead of advancing his light, he let

it drop, as if accidentally, into the water.

'The deil's in Gabriel!' said the spearman, as the fragments of glowing

wood floated half-blazing, half-sparkling, but soon extinguished, down

the stream. 'The deil's in the man! I'll never master him without the

light; and a braver kipper, could I but land him, never reisted abune a

pair o' cleeks.'[Footnote: See Note 4] Some dashed into the water to

lend their assistance, and the fish, which was afterwards found to

weigh nearly thirty pounds, was landed in safety.

The behaviour of the huntsman struck Brown, although he had no

recollection of his face, nor could conceive why he should, as it

appeared he evidently did, shun his observation. Could he be one of the

footpads he had encountered a few days before? The supposition was not

altogether improbable, although unwarranted by any observation he was

able to make upon the man's figure and face. To be sure the villains

wore their hats much slouched, and had loose coats, and their size was

not in any way so peculiarly discriminated as to enable him to resort

to that criterion. He resolved to speak to his host Dinmont on the

subject, but for obvious reasons concluded it were best to defer the

explanation until a cool hour in the morning.

The sportsmen returned loaded with fish, upwards of one hundred salmon

having been killed within the range of their sport. The best were

selected for the use of the principal farmers, the others divided among

their shepherds, cottars, dependents, and others of inferior rank who

attended. These fish, dried in the turf smoke of their cabins or

shealings, formed a savoury addition to the mess of potatoes, mixed

with onions, which was the principal part of their winter food. In the

meanwhile a liberal distribution of ale and whisky was made among them,

besides what was called a kettle of fish,--two or three salmon, namely,

plunged into a cauldron and boiled for their supper. Brown accompanied

his jolly landlord and the rest of his friends into the large and smoky

kitchen, where this savoury mess reeked on an oaken table, massive

enough to have dined Johnnie Armstrong and his merry-men. All was

hearty cheer and huzza, and jest and clamorous laughter, and bragging

alternately, and raillery between whiles. Our traveller looked

earnestly around for the dark countenance of the fox-hunter; but it was

nowhere to be seen.

At length he hazarded a question concerning him. 'That was an awkward

accident, my lads, of one of you, who dropped his torch in the water

when his companion was struggling with the large fish.'

'Awkward!' returned a shepherd, looking up (the same stout young fellow

who had speared the salmon); 'he deserved his paiks for't, to put out

the light when the fish was on ane's witters! I'm weel convinced

Gabriel drapped the roughies in the water on purpose; he doesna like to

see ony body do a thing better than himsell.'

'Ay,' said another, 'he's sair shamed o' himsell, else he would have

been up here the night; Gabriel likes a little o' the gude thing as

weel as ony o' us.'

'Is he of this country?' said Brown.

'Na, na, he's been but shortly in office, but he's a fell hunter; he's

frae down the country, some gate on the Dumfries side.'

'And what's his name, pray?'

'Gabriel.'

'But Gabriel what?'

'Oh, Lord kens that; we dinna mind folk's afternames muckle here, they

run sae muckle into clans.'

'Ye see, sir,' said an old shepherd, rising, and speaking very slow,

'the folks hereabout are a' Armstrongs and Elliots,[Footnote: See Note

5] and sic like--two or three given names--and so, for distinction's

sake, the lairds and farmers have the names of their places that they

live at; as, for example, Tam o' Todshaw, Will o' the Flat, Hobbie o'

Sorbietrees, and our good master here o' the Charlie's Hope. Aweel,

sir, and then the inferior sort o' people, ye'll observe, are kend by

sorts o' by-names some o' them, as Glaiket Christie, and the Deuke's

Davie, or maybe, like this lad Gabriel, by his employment; as, for

example, Tod Gabbie, or Hunter Gabbie. He's no been lang here, sir, and

I dinna think ony body kens him by ony other name. But it's no right to

rin him doun ahint his back, for he's a fell fox-hunter, though he's

maybe no just sae clever as some o' the folk hereawa wi' the waster.'

After some further desultory conversation, the superior sportsmen

retired to conclude the evening after their own manner, leaving the

others to enjoy themselves, unawed by their presence. That evening,

like all those which Brown had passed at Charlie's Hope, was spent in

much innocent mirth and conviviality. The latter might have approached

to the verge of riot but for the good women; for several of the

neighbouring mistresses (a phrase of a signification how different from

what it bears in more fashionable life!) had assembled at Charlie's

Hope to witness the event of this memorable evening. Finding the

punch-bowl was so often replenished that there was some danger of their

gracious presence being forgotten, they rushed in valorously upon the

recreant revellers, headed by our good mistress Ailie, so that Venus

speedily routed Bacchus. The fiddler and piper next made their

appearance, and the best part of the night was gallantly consumed in

dancing to their music.

An otter-hunt the next day, and a badger-baiting the day after,

consumed the time merrily. I hope our traveller will not sink in the

reader's estimation, sportsman though he may be, when I inform him that

on this last occasion, after young Pepper had lost a fore-foot and

Mustard the second had been nearly throttled, he begged, as a

particular and personal favour of Mr. Dinmont, that the poor badger,

who had made so gallant a defence, should be permitted to retire to his

earth without farther molestation.

The farmer, who would probably have treated this request with supreme

contempt had it come from any other person, was contented in Brown's

case to express the utter extremity of his wonder. 'Weel,' he said,

'that's queer aneugh! But since ye take his part, deil a tyke shall

meddle wi' him mair in my day. We 'll e'en mark him, and ca' him the

Captain's brock; and I'm sure I'm glad I can do ony thing to oblige

you,--but, Lord save us, to care about a brock!'

After a week spent in rural sport, and distinguished by the most frank

attentions on the part of his honest landlord, Brown bade adieu to the

banks of the Liddel and the hospitality of Charlie's Hope. The

children, with all of whom he had now become an intimate and a

favourite, roared manfully in full chorus at his departure, and he was

obliged to promise twenty times that he would soon return and play over

all their favourite tunes upon the flageolet till they had got them by

heart. 'Come back again, Captain,' said one little sturdy fellow, 'and

Jenny will be your wife.' Jenny was about eleven years old; she ran and

hid herself behind her mammy.

'Captain, come back,' said a little fat roll-about girl of six, holding

her mouth up to be kissed, 'and I'll be your wife my ainsell.'

'They must be of harder mould than I,' thought Brown, 'who could part

from so many kind hearts with indifference.' The good dame too, with

matron modesty, and an affectionate simplicity that marked the olden

time, offered her cheek to the departing guest. 'It's little the like

of us can do,' she said, 'little indeed; but yet, if there were but ony

thing--'

'Now, my dear Mrs. Dinmont, you embolden me to make a request: would

you but have the kindness to weave me, or work me, just such a grey

plaid as the goodman wears?' He had learned the language and feelings

of the country even during the short time of his residence, and was

aware of the pleasure the request would confer.

'A tait o' woo' would be scarce amang us,' said the goodwife,

brightening, 'if ye shouldna hae that, and as gude a tweel as ever cam

aff a pirn. I'll speak to Johnnie Goodsire, the weaver at the

Castletown, the morn. Fare ye weel, sir! and may ye be just as happy

yoursell as ye like to see a' body else; and that would be a sair wish

to some folk.'

I must not omit to mention that our traveller left his trusty attendant

Wasp to be a guest at Charlie's Hope for a season. He foresaw that he

might prove a troublesome attendant in the event of his being in any

situation where secrecy and concealment might be necessary. He was

therefore consigned to the care of the eldest boy, who promised, in the

words of the old song, that he should have

A bit of his supper, a bit of his bed,

and that he should be engaged in none of those perilous pastimes in

which the race of Mustard and Pepper had suffered frequent mutilation.

Brown now prepared for his journey, having taken a temporary farewell

of his trusty little companion.

There is an odd prejudice in these hills in favour of riding. Every

farmer rides well, and rides the whole day. Probably the extent of

their large pasture farms, and the necessity of surveying them rapidly,

first introduced this custom; or a very zealous antiquary might derive

it from the times of the 'Lay of the Last Minstrel,' when twenty

thousand horsemen assembled at the light of the beacon-fires.

[Footnote: It would be affectation to alter this reference. But the

reader will understand that it was inserted to keep up the author's

incognito, as he was not likely to be suspected of quoting his own

works. This explanation is also applicable to one or two similar

passages, in this and the other novels, introduced for the same

reason.] But the truth is undeniable; they like to be on horseback, and

can be with difficulty convinced that any one chooses walking from

other motives than those of convenience or necessity. Accordingly,

Dinmont insisted upon mounting his guest and accompanying him on

horseback as far as the nearest town in Dumfries-shire, where he had

directed his baggage to be sent, and from which he proposed to pursue

his intended journey towards Woodbourne, the residence of Julia

Mannering.

Upon the way he questioned his companion concerning the character of

the fox-hunter; but gained little information, as he had been called to

that office while Dinmont was making the round of the Highland fairs.

'He was a shake-rag like fellow,' he said, 'and, he dared to say, had

gipsy blood in his veins; but at ony rate he was nane o' the smaiks

that had been on their quarters in the moss; he would ken them weel if

he saw them again. There are some no bad folk amang the gipsies too, to

be sic a gang,' added Dandie; 'if ever I see that auld randle-tree of a

wife again, I 'll gie her something to buy tobacco. I have a great

notion she meant me very fair after a'.'

When they were about finally to part, the good farmer held Brown long

by the hand, and at length said, 'Captain, the woo's sae weel up the

year that it's paid a' the rent, and we have naething to do wi' the

rest o' the siller when Ailie has had her new gown, and the bairns

their bits o' duds. Now I was thinking of some safe hand to put it

into, for it's ower muckle to ware on brandy and sugar; now I have

heard that you army gentlemen can sometimes buy yoursells up a step,

and if a hundred or twa would help ye on such an occasion, the bit

scrape o' your pen would be as good to me as the siller, and ye might

just take yer ain time o' settling it; it wad be a great convenience to

me.' Brown, who felt the full delicacy that wished to disguise the

conferring an obligation under the show of asking a favour, thanked his

grateful friend most heartily, and assured him he would have recourse

to his purse without scruple should circumstances ever render it

convenient for him. And thus they parted with many expressions of

mutual regard.

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