CHAPTER LXII

The deep sleep into which I had fallen when Sarah Lochrig and my son

were admitted to see me, and during the season of which they had sat in

silence beside me till revived nature again unsealed my eyes, was so

refreshing, that after they were gone away I was enabled to consider my

condition with a composed mind, and free from the heats of passion and

anxiety wherewith I had previously been so greatly tossed. And calling

to mind all that had taken place, and the ruthless revenge with which

the cruel prelates were actuated, I saw, as it were written in a book,

that for my part and conduct I was doomed to die. I felt not, however,

the sense of guilt in my conscience; and I said to myself, that this

sore thing ought not to be, and that, as an innocent man and the head of

a family, I was obligated by all expedient ways to escape, if it were

possible, from the grasps of the tyranny. So from that time, the first

night of my imprisonment, I set myself to devise the means of working

out my deliverance; and I was not long without an encouraging glimmer of

hope.

It seemed to me, that in the piety and simplicity of Willie Sutherland,

instruments were given by which I might break through the walls of my

prison; and accordingly, when he next morning came in to see me, I

failed not to try their edge. I entered into discourse with him, and

told him of many things which I have recorded in this book, and so won

upon his confidence and the singleness of his heart, that he shed tears

of grief at the thought of so many blameless men being ordained to an

untimely end. "It has pleased God," said he, "to make me as it were a

leper and an excommunicant in this world, by the constraints of a low

estate, and without any fault of mine. But for this temporal ignominy,

He will, in His own good time, bestow an exceeding great reward;--and

though I may be called on to fulfil the work of the persecutors, it

shall yet be seen of me, that I will abide by the integrity of my faith,

and that, poor despised hangman as I am, I have a conscience that will

not brook a task of iniquity, whatsoever the laws of man may determine,

or the King's judges decree."

I was, as it were, rebuked by this proud religious declaration, and I

gently inquired how it was that he came to fall into a condition so

rejected of the world.

"Deed, sir," said he, "my tale is easy told. My parents were very poor

needful people in Strathnavar, and no able to keep me; and it happened

that, being cast on the world, I became a herd, and year by year, having

a desire to learn the Lowland tongue, I got in that way as far as

Paisley, where I fell into extreme want and was almost famished; for the

master that I served there being in debt, ran away, by which cause I

lost my penny fee, and was obligated to beg my bread. At that time many

worthy folk in the shire of Renfrew having suffered great molestation

from witchcraft, divers malignant women, suspectit of that black art,

were brought to judgment, and one of them being found guilty, was

condemned to die. But no executioner being in the town, I was engaged,

by the scriptural counsel of some honest men, who quoted to me the text,

'Suffer not a witch to live,' to fulfil the sentence of the law. After

that I bought a Question-book, having a mind to learn to read, that I

might gain some knowledge of THE WORD. Finding, however, the people of

Paisley scorn at my company, so that none would give me a lesson, I came

about five years since to Irvine, where the folk are more charitable;

and here I act the part of an executioner when there is any malefactor

to put to death. But my Bible has instructed me, that I ought not to

execute any save such as deserve to die; so that, if ye should be

condemned, as like is you will be, my conscience will ne'er allow me to

execute you, for I see you are a Christian man."

I was moved with a tender pity by the tale of the simple creature; but a

strong necessity was upon me, and it was needful that I should make use

of his honesty to help me out of prison. So I spoke still more kindly to

him, lamenting my sad estate, and that in the little time I had in all

likelihood to live, the rigour of the jailor would allow but little

intercourse with my family, wishing some compassionate Christian friend

would intercede with him in order that my wife and children, if not

permitted to bide all night, might be allowed to remain with me as long

and as late as possible.

The pious creature said that he would do for me in that respect all in

his power, and that, as Mungo Robeson was a sober man, and aye wanted

to go home early to his family, he would bide in the tolbooth to let out

my wife, though it should be till ten o'clock at night--"for," said he,

piteously, "I hae nae family to care about."

Accordingly, he so set himself, that Mungo Robeson consented to leave

the keys of the tolbooth with him; and for several nights everything was

so managed that he had no reason to suspect what my wife and I were

plotting; for he being of a modest and retiring nature, never spoke to

her when she parted from me, save when she thanked him as he let her

out; and that she did not do every night lest it should grow into a

habit of expectation with him, and cause him to remark when the civility

was omitted.

In the meantime all things being concerted between us, through the mean

of a friend a cart was got in readiness, loaded with seemingly a hogget

of tobacco and grocery wares, but the hogget was empty and loose in the

head.

This was all settled by the nineteenth of December; on the twenty-fourth

of the month the Commissioners appointed to try the Covenanters in the

prisons throughout the shire of Ayr were to open their court at Ayr, and

I was, by all who knew of me, regarded in a manner as a dead man. On the

night of the twentieth, however, shortly before ten o'clock, James

Gottera, our friend, came with the cart in at the town-head port, and in

going down the gait stopped, as had been agreed, to give his beast a

drink at the trough of the cross-well, opposite the tolbooth-stair foot.

When the clock struck ten, the time appointed, I was ready dressed in my

wife's apparel, having, in the course of the day, broken the chain of

the shackle on my arm; and the door being opened by Willie Sutherland in

the usual manner, I came out, holding a napkin to my face and weeping in

sincerity very bitterly, with the thought of what might ensue to Sarah

Lochrig, whom I left behind in my place.

In reverence to my grief the honest man said nothing, but walked by my

side till he had let me out at the outer stair-head door, where he

parted from me, carrying the keys to Mungo Robeson's house, aneath the

tolbooth, while I walked towards James Gottera's cart, and was presently

in the inside of the hogget.

With great presence of mind and a soldierly self-possession, that

venturous friend then drew the horse's head from the trough, and began

to drive it down the street to the town-end port, striving as he did so

to whistle, till he was rebuked for so doing, as I heard, by an old

woman then going home, who said to him that it was a shame to hear such

profanity in Irvine when a martyr doomed to die was lying in the

tolbooth. To the which he replied scoffingly, "that martyr was a new

name for a sworn rebel to king and country,"--words which so kindled the

worthy woman's ire, that she began to ban his prelatic ungodliness to

such a degree that a crowd collected, which made me tremble. For the

people sided with the zealous carlan, and spoke fiercely, threatening to

gar James Gottera ride the stang for his sinfulness in so traducing

persecuted Christians. What might have come to pass is hard to say, had

not Providence been pleased, in that most critical and perilous time, to

cause a foul lum in a thacket house in the Sea-gate to take fire, by

which an alarm was spread that drew off the mob, and allowed James

Gottera to pass without farther molestation out at the town-end port.

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