CHAPTER LVII

A keen frost had succeeded the snow, and the wind blew piercingly cold;

but the gloom had passed away. The starry eyes of the heavens were all

wakefully bright, and the moon was moving along the fleecy edge of a

cloud, like a lonely barque that navigates amidst the foaming perils of

some dark inhospitable shore. At the time, however, I was in no frame of

thought to note these things, but I know that such was then the aspect

of that night; for as often yet, as the freezing wind sweeps over the

fields strewed with snow, and the stars are shining vigilantly, and the

moon hastily travels on the skirts of the cloud, the passion of that

hour, at the sight thereof, revives in my spirit; and the mourning

women, and the perished child in the arms of Mr Witherspoon, appear like

palpable imagery before the eyes of my remembrance.

The speed with which I ran soon exhausted my strength.--I began to

reflect on the unavailing zeal with which I was then hastening to the

succour of those for whom my soul was suffering more than the tongue of

the eloquent orator can express.--I stopped to collect my reason and my

thoughts, which, I may well say, were scattered, like the wrack that

drifts in the tempestuous air.--I considered, that I knew not a footstep

of the road, that dangers surrounded me on all sides, and that the

precipitation of my haste might draw me into accidents, whereby the very

object would be lost which I was so eager to gain; and the storm within

me abated, and the distraction of my bosom, which had so well nigh

shipwrekt my understanding, was moderated, like the billows of the ocean

when the blasts are gone by; so that, after I was some four or five

miles away from yon house of martyrdom and mourning, a gracious

dispensation of composure was poured into my spirit, and I was thereby

enabled to go forward in my journey with the circumspection so needful

in that woful time.

But in proportion as my haste slackened, and the fiery violence of the

fears subsided wherewith I was hurried on, the icy tooth of the winter

grew feller in the bite, and I became in a manner almost helpless. The

mind within me was as if the faculty of its thinking had been frozen up,

and about the dawn of morning I walked in a willess manner, the blood in

my veins not more benumbed in its course than was the fluency of my

spirit in its power of resolution.

I had now, from the time that our covenanted host was scattered on

Rullion-green, travelled many miles; and though like a barque drifting

rudderless on the ocean tides, as the stream flows and the blast blows,

I had held no constant course, still my progress had been havenward, in

so much that about sunrise I found myself, I cannot well tell how, on

the heights to the south of Castlemilk, and the city of Glasgow, with

her goodly array of many towers, glittering in the morning beams, lay in

sight some few miles off on the north. I knew it not; but a herd that I

fell in with on the hill told me what town it was, and the names of

divers clachans, and the houses of men of substance in the lowlands

before me.

Among others he pointed out to me Nether Pollock in the midst of a

skirting of trees, the seat and castle of that godly and much-persecuted

Christian and true Covenanter, Sir George Maxwell, the savour of whose

piety was spread far and wide; for he had suffered much, both from sore

imprisonment and the heavy fine of four thousand pounds imposed upon

him, shortly after that conclave of Satan, Middleton's sederunt of the

privy-council at Glasgow, where prelatic cruelty was brought to bed of

her first-born, in that edict against the ministers at the beginning of

the Persecution, whereof I have described the promulgation as it took

place at Irvine.

Being then hungered and very cold, after discoursing with the poor herd,

who was a simple stripling in the ignorance of innocence, I resolved to

bend my way toward Nether Pollock, in the confident faith that the

master thereof, having suffered so much himself, would know how to

compassionate a persecuted brother. And often since I have thought that

there was something higher than reason in the instinct of this

confidence; for indeed, had I reasoned from what was commonly said--and,

alas! owre truly--that the covenanted spirit was bent, if not broken, I

would have feared to seek the gates of Sir George Maxwell, lest the love

he had once borne to our cause had been converted, by his own sufferings

and apprehensions, into dread or aversion. But I was encouraged of the

spirit to proceed.

Just, however, as I parted from the herd, he cried after me, and pointed

to a man coming up the hill at some distance, with a gun in his hand,

and a bird-bag at his side, and two dogs at his heel, saying, "Yon'er's

Sir George Maxwell himsel ganging to the moors. Eh! but he has had his

ain luck to fill his pock so weel already."

Whereupon I turned my steps towards Sir George, and, on approaching him,

beseeched him to have compassion on a poor famished fugitive from the

Pentlands.

He stopped, and looked at me in a most pitiful manner, and shook his

head, and said, with a tender grief in his voice, "It was a hasty

business, and the worst of it no yet either heard nor over; but let us

lose no time, for you are in much danger if you tarry so near to

Glasgow, where Colonel Drummond came yesterday with a detachment of

soldiers, and has already spread them over the country."

In saying these words, the worthy gentleman opened his bag, which,

instead of being filled with game, as the marvelling stripling had

supposed, contained a store of provisions.

"I came not for pastime to the moor this morning," said he, presenting

to me something to eat, "but because last night I heard that many of the

outcasts had been seen yesterday lurking about thae hills, and as I

could not give them harbour, nor even let them have any among my

tenants, I have come out with some of my men, as it were to the

shooting, in order to succour them. But we must not remain long

together. Take with you what you may require, and go away quickly; and I

counsel you not to take the road to Paisley, but to cross with what

speed you can to the western parts of the shire, where, as the people

have not been concerned in the raid, there's the less likelihood of

Drummond sending any of his force in that direction."

Accordingly, being thus plentifully supplied by the providence of that

Worthy, my strength was wonderfully recruited, and my heart cheered.

With many thanks I then hastened from him, praying that his private

charitable intents might bring him into no trouble. And surely it was a

thing hallowing to the affections of the afflicted Scottish nation to

meet with such Christian fellowship. For to the perpetual renown of many

honourable West Country families be it spoken, both master and men were

daily in the moors at that time succouring the persecuted, like the

ravens that fed Elijah in the wilderness.

After parting from Sir George Maxwell, I continued to bend my course

straight westward, and having crossed the road from Glasgow to Paisley,

I directed my steps to the hillier parts of the country, being minded,

according to the suggestions of that excellent person, to find my way by

the coast-side into the shire of Ayr. But though my anxiety concerning

my family was now sharpened as it were with the anguish of fire, I began

to reason with myself on the jeopardy I might bring upon them, were I to

return while the pursuit was so fierce; and in the end I came to the

determination only to seek to know how it fared with them, and what had

become of my brother in the battle, trusting that in due season the Lord

would mitigate the ire and the cruelty that was let loose on all those

who had joined in the Protestation and renewed the Covenant at Lanerk.

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