CHAPTER XXX

SHOWS THAT THE LOSS OF A HORSE'S SHOE MAY BE A SERIOUS INCONVENIENCE

The manner and air of Waverley, but, above all, the glittering contents

of his purse, and the indifference with which he seemed to regard

them, somewhat overawed his companion, and deterred him from making any

attempts to enter upon conversation. His own reflections were, moreover,

agitated by various surmises, and by plans of self-interest, with which

these were intimately connected. The travellers journeyed, therefore,

in silence, until it was interrupted by the annunciation, on the part of

the guide, that his 'naig had lost a fore-foot shoe, which, doubtless,

his honour would consider it was his part to replace.'

This was what lawyers call a FISHING QUESTION, calculated to ascertain

how far Waverley was disposed to submit to petty imposition. 'My part

to replace your horse's shoe, you rascal!' said Waverley, mistaking the

purport of the intimation.

'Indubitably,' answered Mr. Cruickshanks; 'though there was no preceese

clause to that effect, it canna be expected that I am to pay for

the casualties whilk may befall the puir naig while in your honour's

service.--Nathless, if your honour--'

'Oh, you mean I am to pay the farrier; but where shall we find one?'

Rejoiced at discerning there would be no objection made on the part of

his temporary master, Mr. Cruickshanks assured him that Cairnvreckan,

a village which they were about to enter, was happy in an excellent

blacksmith; 'but as he was a professor, he would drive a nail for no

man on the Sabbath, or kirk-fast, unless it were in a case of absolute

necessity, for which he always charged sixpence each shoe.' The most

important part of this communication, in the opinion of the speaker,

made a very slight impression on the hearer, who only internally

wondered what college this veterinary professor belonged to; not aware

that the word was used to denote any person who pretended to uncommon

sanctity of faith and manner.

As they entered the village of Cairnvreckan, they speedily distinguished

the smith's house. Being also a PUBLIC, it was two stories high, and

proudly reared its crest, covered with grey slate, above the thatched

hovels by which it was surrounded. The adjoining smithy betokened none

of the Sabbatical silence and repose which Ebenezer had augured from the

sanctity of his friend. On the contrary, hammer clashed and anvil rang,

the bellows groaned, and the whole apparatus of Vulcan appeared to be

in full activity. Nor was the labour of a rural and pacific nature. The

master smith, benempt, as his sign intimated, John Mucklewrath, with two

assistants, toiled busily in arranging, repairing, and furbishing old

muskets, pistols, and swords, which lay scattered around his workshop

in military confusion. The open shed, containing the forge, was crowded

with persons who came and went as if receiving and communicating

important news; and a single glance at the aspect of the people who

traversed the street in haste, or stood assembled in groups, with

eyes elevated, and hands uplifted, announced that some extraordinary

intelligence was agitating the public mind of the municipality of

Cairnvreckan. 'There is some news,' said mine host of the Candlestick,

pushing his lantern-jawed visage and bare-boned nag rudely forward into

the crowd--'there is some news; and if it please my Creator, I will

forthwith obtain speirings thereof.'

Waverley, with better regulated curiosity than his attendant's,

dismounted, and gave his horse to a boy who stood idling near. It arose,

perhaps, from the shyness of his character in early youth, that he felt

dislike at applying to a stranger even for casual information, without

previously glancing at his physiognomy and appearance. While he looked

about in order to select the person with whom he would most willingly

hold communication, the buzz around saved him in some degree the trouble

of interrogatories. The names of Lochiel, Clanronald, Glengarry, and

other distinguished Highland Chiefs, among whom Vich Ian Vohr was

repeatedly mentioned, were as familiar in men's mouths as household

words; and from the alarm generally expressed, he easily conceived that

their descent into the Lowlands, at the head of their armed tribes, had

either already taken place, or was instantly apprehended.

Ere Waverley could ask particulars, a strong, large-boned, hard-featured

woman, about forty, dressed as if her clothes had been flung on with

a pitchfork, her cheeks flushed with a scarlet red where they were

not smutted with soot and lamp-black, jostled through the crowd, and,

brandishing high a child of two years old, which she danced in her

arms, without regard to its screams of terror, sang forth, with all her

might,--

'Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,

Charlie is my darling,

The young Chevalier!

'D'ye hear what's come ower ye now,' continued the virago, 'ye whingeing

Whig carles? D'ye hear wha's coming to cow yer cracks?

Little wot ye wha's coming,

Little wot ye wha's coming,

A' the wild Macraws are coming.'

The Vulcan of Cairnvreckan, who acknowledged his Venus in this exulting

Bacchante, regarded her with a grim and ire-foreboding countenance,

while some of the senators of the village hastened to interpose.

'Whisht, gudewife; is this a time, or is this a day, to be singing your

ranting fule sangs in?--a time when the wine of wrath is poured out

without mixture in the cup of indignation, and a day when the land

should give testimony against popery, and prelacy, and quakerism, and

independency, and supremacy, and erastianism, and antinomianism, and a'

the errors of the church?'

'And that's a' your Whiggery,' re-echoed the Jacobite heroine; 'that's

a' your Whiggery, and your presbytery, ye cut-lugged, graning carles!

What! d'ye think the lads wi' the kilts will care for yer synods and

yer presbyteries, and yer buttock-mail, and yer stool o' repentance?

Vengeance on the black face o't! Mony an honester woman's been set upon

it than streeks doon beside ony Whig in the country. I mysell'--

Here John Mucklewrath, who dreaded her entering upon a detail of

personal experience, interposed his matrimonial authority. 'Gae hame,

and be d-- (that I should say sae), and put on the sowens for supper.'

'And you, ye doil'd dotard,' replied his gentle helpmate, her wrath,

which had hitherto wandered abroad over the whole assembly, being at

once and violently impelled into its natural channel, 'ye stand

there hammering dog-heads for fules that will never snap them at a

Highlandman, instead, of earning bread for your family, and shoeing this

winsome young gentleman's horse that's just come frae the north! I'se

warrant him nane of your whingeing King George folk, but a gallant

Gordon, at the least o' him.'

The eyes of the assembly were now turned upon Waverley, who took the

opportunity to beg the smith to shoe his guide's horse with all speed,

as he wished to proceed on his journey;--for he had heard enough to make

him sensible that there would be danger in delaying long in this place.

The smith's eye rested on him with a look of displeasure and suspicion,

not lessened by the eagerness with which his wife enforced Waverley's

mandate. 'D'ye hear what the weel-favoured young gentleman says, ye

drunken ne'er-do-good?'

And what may your name be, sir?' quoth Mucklewrath.

'It is of no consequence to you, my friend, provided I pay your labour.'

'But it may be of consequence to the state, sir,' replied an old farmer,

smelling strongly of whisky and peat-smoke; 'and I doubt we maun delay

your journey till you have seen the Laird.'

'You certainly,' said Waverley, haughtily, 'will find it both difficult

and dangerous to detain me, unless you can produce some proper

authority.'

There was a pause and a whisper among the crowd--'Secretary Murray;'

'Lord Lewis Gordon;' 'Maybe the Chevalier himsell!' Such were the

surmises that passed hurriedly among them, and there was obviously an

increased disposition to resist Waverley's departure. He attempted to

argue mildly with them, but his voluntary ally, Mrs. Mucklewrath, broke

in upon and drowned his expostulations, taking his part with an abusive

violence, which was all set down to Edward's account by those on whom it

was bestowed. 'YE'LL stop ony gentleman that's the Prince's freend?'

for she too, though with other feelings, had adopted the general opinion

respecting Waverley. 'I daur ye to touch him,' spreading abroad her long

and muscular fingers, garnished with claws which a vulture might have

envied. 'I'll set my ten commandments in the face o' the first loon that

lays a finger on him.'

'Gae hame, gudewife, quoth the farmer aforesaid; 'it wad better set you

to be nursing the gudeman's bairns than to be deaving us here.'

'HIS bairns!' retorted the amazon, regarding her husband with a grin of

ineffable contempt--'HIS bairns!

O gin ye were dead, gudeman,

And a green turf on your head, gudeman!

Then I would ware my widowhood

Upon a ranting Highlandman.'

This canticle, which excited a suppressed titter among the younger part

of the audience, totally overcame the patience of the taunted man of the

anvil. 'Deil be in me but I'll put this het gad down her throat!' cried

he, in an ecstasy of wrath, snatching a bar from the forge; and he might

have executed his threat, had he not been withheld by a part of the mob;

while the rest endeavoured to force the termagant out of his presence.

Waverley meditated a retreat in the confusion, but his horse was nowhere

to be seen. At length he observed, at some distance, his faithful

attendant, Ebenezer, who, as soon as he had perceived the turn matters

were likely to take, had withdrawn both horses from the press, and,

mounted on the one, and holding the other, answered the loud and

repeated calls of Waverley for his horse--'Na, na! if ye are nae friend

to kirk and the king, and are detained as siccan a person, ye maun

answer to honest men of the country for breach of contract; and I maun

keep the naig and the walise for damage and expense, in respect my

horse and mysell will lose to-morrow's day's-wark, besides the afternoon

preaching.'

Edward, out of patience, hemmed in and hustled by the rabble on every

side, and every moment expecting personal violence, resolved to

try measures of intimidation, and at length drew a pocket-pistol,

threatening, on the one hand, to shoot whomsoever dared to stop him,

and, on the other, menacing Ebenezer with a similar doom, if he stirred

a foot with the horses. The sapient Partridge says, that one man with a

pistol is equal to a hundred unarmed, because, though he can shoot but

one of the multitude, yet no one knows but that he himself may be that

luckless individual. The levy en masse of Cairnvreckan would therefore

probably have given way, nor would Ebenezer, whose natural paleness had

waxed three shades more cadaverous, have ventured to dispute a mandate

so enforced, had not the Vulcan of the village, eager to discharge upon

some more worthy object the fury which his helpmate had provoked, and

not ill satisfied to find such an object in Waverley, rushed at him with

the red-hot bar of iron, with such determination as made the discharge

of his pistol an act of self-defence. The unfortunate man fell; and

while Edward, thrilled with a natural horror at the incident, neither

had presence of mind to unsheathe his sword nor to draw his remaining

pistol, the populace threw themselves upon him, disarmed him, and were

about to use him with great violence, when the appearance of a venerable

clergyman, the pastor of the parish, put a curb on their fury.

This worthy man (none of the Goukthrapples or Rentowels) maintained his

character with the common people, although he preached the practical

fruits of Christian faith, as well as its abstract tenets, and was

respected by the higher orders, notwithstanding he declined soothing

their speculative errors by converting the pulpit of the gospel into a

school of heathen morality. Perhaps it is owing to this mixture of faith

and practice in his doctrine, that, although his memory has formed a

sort of era in the annals of Cairnvreckan, so that the parishioners, to

denote what befell Sixty Years since, still say it happened 'in good Mr.

Morton's time,' I have never been able to discover which he belonged to,

the evangelical, or the moderate party in the kirk. Nor do I hold the

circumstance of much moment, since, in my own remembrance, the one was

headed by an Erskine, the other by a Robertson. [The Rev. John Erskine,

D.D., an eminent Scottish divine, and a most excellent man, headed

the Evangelical party in the Church of Scotland at the time when the

celebrated Dr. Robertson, the historian, was the leader of the Moderate

party. These two distinguished persons were colleagues in the Old Grey

Friars' Church, Edinburgh; and, however much they differed in church

politics, preserved the most perfect harmony as private friends, and as

clergymen serving the same cure.]

Mr. Morton had been alarmed by the discharge of the pistol, and the

increasing hubbub around the smithy. His first attention, after he had

directed the bystanders to detain Waverley, but to abstain from injuring

him, was turned to the body of Mucklewrath, over which his wife, in a

revulsion of feeling, was weeping, howling, and tearing her elf-locks,

in a state little short of distraction. On raising up the smith, the

first discovery was, that he was alive; and the next, that he was likely

to live as long as if he had never heard the report of a pistol in his

life. He had made a narrow escape, however; the bullet had grazed his

head, and stunned him for a moment or two, which trance terror and

confusion of spirit had prolonged, somewhat longer. He now arose

to demand vengeance on the person of Waverley, and with difficulty

acquiesced in the proposal of Mr. Morton, that he should be carried

before the laird, as a justice of peace, and placed at his disposal. The

rest of the assistants unanimously agreed to the measure recommended;

even Mrs. Mucklewrath, who had begun to recover from her hysterics,

whimpered forth, 'She wadna say naething against what the minister

proposed; he was e'en ower gude for his trade, and she hoped to see him

wi' a dainty decent bishop's gown on his back; a comelier sight than

your Geneva cloaks and bands, I wis.'

All controversy being thus laid aside, Waverley, escorted by the whole

inhabitants of the village who were not bed-ridden, was conducted to the

house of Cairnvreckan, which was about half a mile distant.

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