CHAPTER LVIII

Towards the afternoon I found myself among the solitudes of the

Renfrewshire moors. Save at times the melancholious note of the

peese-weep, neither the sound nor the voice of any living thing was

heard there. Being then wearied in all my limbs, and willingly disposed

to sleep, I laid myself down on a green hollow on the banks of the

Gryffe, where the sun shone with a pleasing warmth for so late a period

of the year. I was not, however, many minutes stretched on the grass

when I heard a shrill whistle of some one nigh at hand, and presently

also the barking of a dog. From the kindly experience I had received of

Sir George Maxwell's care this occasioned at first no alarm; but on

looking up I beheld at some distance three soldiers with a dog, on the

other side of the river.

Near the spot where I lay there was a cloven rock overspread with

brambles and slae-bushes. It seemed to me as if the cleft had been

prepared on purpose by Providence for a hiding-place. I crept into it,

and forgetting Him by whom I was protected, I trembled with a base fear.

But in that very moment He at once rebuked my infirmity, and gave me a

singular assurance of His holy wardenship, by causing an adder to come

towards me from the roots of the bushes, as if to force me to flee into

the view of the pursuers. Just, however, as in my horror I was on the

point of doing so, the reptile looked at me with its glittering eyes,

and then suddenly leapt away into the brake;--at the same moment a hare

was raised by the dog, and the soldiers following it with shouts and

halloes, were soon carried, by the impetuosity of the natural incitement

which man has for the chase, far from the spot, and out of sight.

This adventure had for a time the effect of rousing me from out the

weariness with which I had been oppressed, and I rose and continued my

course westward, over the hills, till I came in sight of the

Shaw's-water,--the stream of which I followed for more than a mile with

a beating heart; for the valley through which it flows is bare and open,

and had any of the persecutors been then on the neighbouring hills, I

must have soon been seen; but gradually my thoughts became more

composed, and the terrors of the poor hunted creature again became

changed into confidence and hope.

In this renewed spirit I slackened my pace, and seeing, at a short

distance down the stream, before me a tree laid across a bridge, I was

comforted with the persuasion that some farm-town could not be far off,

so I resolved to linger about till the gloaming, and then to follow the

path which led over the bridge. For, not knowing how the inhabitants in

those parts stood inclined in their consciences, I was doubtful to trust

myself in their power until I had made some espionage. Accordingly, as

the sun was still above the hills, I kept the hollowest track by the

river's brink, and went down its course for some little time, till I

arrived where the hills come forward into the valley; then I climbed up

a steep hazel bank, and sat down to rest myself on an open green plot on

the brow, where a gentle west wind shook the boughs around me, as if the

silent spirits of the solitude were slowly passing by.

In this place I had not been long when I heard, as if it were not far

off, a sullen roar of falling waters rising hoarsely with the breeze,

and listening again another sound came solemnly mingled with it, which I

had soon the delight to discover was the holy harmony of worship, and to

my ears it was as the first sound of the rushing water which Moses

brought from the rock to those of the thirsty Israelites, and I was for

some time so ravished with joy that I could not move from the spot where

I was sitting.

At last the sweet melody of the psalm died away, and I arose and went

towards the airt from which it had come; but as I advanced, the noise of

the roaring waters grew louder and deeper, till they were as the

breaking of the summer waves along the Ardrossan shore, and presently I

found myself on the brink of a cliff, over which the river tumbled into

a rugged chasm, where the rocks were skirted with leafless brambles and

hazel, and garmented with ivy.

On a green sloping bank, at a short distance below the waterfall,

screened by the rocks and trees on the one side, and by the rising

ground on the other, about thirty of the Lord's flock, old and young,

were seated around the feet of an aged grey-haired man, who was

preaching to them,--his left hand resting on his staff,--his right was

raised in exhortation,--and a Bible lay on the ground beside him.

I stood for the space of a minute looking at the mournful yet edifying

sight,--mournful it was, to think how God's people were so afflicted,

that they durst not do their Heavenly King homage but in secrecy,--and

edifying, that their constancy was of such an enduring nature that

persecution served but to test it, as fire does the purity of gold.

As I was so standing on the rock above the linn, the preacher happened

to lift his eyes towards me, and the hearers who were looking at him,

turned round, and hastily rising, began to scatter and flee away. I

attempted to cry to them not to be afraid, but the sound of the cataract

drowned my voice. I then ran as swiftly as I could towards the spot of

worship, and reached the top of the sloping bank just as a young man was

assisting Mr Swinton to mount a horse which stood ready saddled, tied to

a tree; for the preacher was no other than that godly man; but the

courteous reader must from his own kind heart supply what passed at our

meeting.

Fain he was at that time to have gone no farther on with the exercise,

and to have asked many questions of me concerning the expedition to the

Pentlands; but I importuned him to continue his blessed work, for I

longed to taste the sweet waters of life once more from so hallowed a

fountain; and, moreover, there was a woman with a baby at her bosom,

which she had brought to be baptized from a neighbouring farm, called

the Killochenn,--and a young couple of a composed and sober aspect, from

the Back-o'-the-world, waiting to be joined together, with his blessing,

in marriage.

When he had closed his sermon and done these things, I went with him,

walking at the side of his horse, discoursing of our many grievous

anxieties; and he told me that, after being taken to Glasgow and

confined in prison there like a malefactor for thirteen days, he had

been examined by the Bishop's court, and through the mediation of one of

the magistrates, a friend of his own, who had a soft word to say with

the Bishop, he was set free with only a menace, and an admonishment not

to go within twenty miles of his own parish, under pain of being dealt

with according to the edict.

Conversing in this manner, and followed by divers of those who had been

solaced with his preaching, for the most part pious folk belonging to

the town of Inverkip, we came to a bridge over the river.

"Here, Ringan," said he, "we must part for the present, for it is not

meet to create suspicion. There are many of the faithful, no doubt, in

thir parts, but it's no to be denied that there are likewise goats

among the sheep. The Lady of Dunrod, where I am now going, is, without

question, a precious vessel free of crack or flaw, but the Laird is of a

courtly compliancy, and their neighbour, Carswell, she tells me, is a

man of the dourest idolatry, his mother having been a papistical woman,

and his father, through all the time of the First King Charles, an

eydent ettler for preferment."

So we then parted, he going his way to Dunrod Castle, and one of the

hearers, a farmer hard by, offering me shelter for the night, I went

with him.

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