|Next morning, the town, never dull, presented a gayer appearance than
usual.
Fortunately, the weather was propitious, and enabled the ladies to come
forth and see the troops paraded.
After this pretty sight, they proceeded to the Lancaster road to witness
the entrance of the Highlanders, whom they were very curious to see.
They laughed a great deal at the strange dresses of the men, and stopped
their ears to shut out the shrill sound of the bagpipes; but, on the
whole, they were pleased.
As was the case wherever he went, Brigadier Mackintosh produced a
strong effect upon the beholders. His tall martial figure rivetted their
regards. On this occasion, the rigid muscles of the grim old warrior's
countenance were somewhat relaxed, and he even attempted to smile.
Perhaps, he was gratified by the undisguised admiration of the Preston
beauties.
However, the fair spectators were best pleased by a party of young
recruits who followed the Highlanders.
Raw soldiers they might be, but they were very pretty fellows, and had
plenty of spirit. Number, three dozen--not including captain. Height,
rather below the average-features delicate and feminine--figures slight,
but remarkably well formed.
Never did scarlet coats, laced cocked-hats, flaxen wigs, and all the
rest of their accoutrements find more graceful wearers. Red and white
cockades showed they were English--the Scots being distinguished by
cockades of blue and white.
All carried muskets except the captain who alone had a drawn sword
in his hand. Perhaps he had been chosen on account of his good looks.
Certainly he was the handsomest, as well as the tallest of the party.
The whole troop presented a very animated appearance, and none of
them looked fatigued by the march. Highly diverted by the notice they
excited, they ogled the ladies very freely, and occasionally paid them a
passing compliment.
Scarcely knowing what to think of these singular recruits, a crowd of
young damsels followed them, laughing and jesting with them as they
marched along.
On arriving at the market-place, where the troops were assembling to
proclaim King James, the recruits created quite a sensation--especially
among certain young gentlemen in Lord Derwent water's regiment, who
stared at them in astonishment, and could scarcely believe their
eyes. Their perplexity afforded the recruits great amusement, but they
pretended not to recognise them, and did not return their signs and
gestures.
Equally astonished was Captain Shaftoe when he beheld the troop; but
quickly recovering himself, he rode up to General Forster and obtained
his permission to place the recruits near the cross.
For this service he received the thanks of the handsome young captain,
but he did not tarry to talk to him then, or ask for any explanation,
for the Highlanders were gathering around.
Nothing could be better than the position thus gained by the recruits,
for they were close to General Forster and the English and Scottish
nobles, and could see everything. What is more, they themselves could be
seen. In fact, they were conspicuous objects in the picture, and really
contributed to its effect. Stationed elsewhere, they would have been
lost, for the place was entirely filled with the military and the
townsfolk.
When the proclamation was made such a shout arose as had never been
heard in that place before. Kerchiefs were waved from the windows of the
town-hall, which were garnished with fair dames, and a host of gentlemen
ranged in front of the building, made their voices heard above the
general din. The enthusiasm pervaded all classes, and a more exciting
scene cannot be imagined.
This was the last time that such shouts were heard in England. Never
again was King James proclaimed by the insurgent forces.