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"
And
then
,
besides
,
"
he
continued
,
"
it
's
no
sae
bad
now
as
it
was
in
forty-six
.
The
Hielands
are
what
they
call
pacified
.
Small
wonder
,
with
never
a
gun
or
a
sword
left
from
Cantyre
to
Cape
Wrath
,
but
what
tenty
folk
have
hidden
in
their
thatch
!
But
what
I
would
like
to
ken
,
David
,
is
just
how
long
?
Not
long
,
ye
would
think
,
with
men
like
Ardshiel
in
exile
and
men
like
the
Red
Fox
sitting
birling
the
wine
and
oppressing
the
poor
at
home
.
But
it
's
a
kittle
thing
to
decide
what
folk
'll
bear
,
and
what
they
will
not
Or
why
would
Red
Colin
be
riding
his
horse
all
over
my
poor
country
of
Appin
,
and
never
a
pretty
lad
to
put
a
bullet
in
him
?
"
And
with
this
Alan
fell
into
a
muse
,
and
for
a
long
time
sate
very
sad
and
silent
.
I
will
add
the
rest
of
what
I
have
to
say
about
my
friend
,
that
he
was
skilled
in
all
kinds
of
music
,
but
principally
pipe-music
;
was
a
well-considered
poet
in
his
own
tongue
;
had
read
several
books
both
in
French
and
English
;
was
a
dead
shot
,
a
good
angler
,
and
an
excellent
fencer
with
the
small
sword
as
well
as
with
his
own
particular
weapon
.
For
his
faults
,
they
were
on
his
face
,
and
I
now
knew
them
all
.
But
the
worst
of
them
,
his
childish
propensity
to
take
offence
and
to
pick
quarrels
,
he
greatly
laid
aside
in
my
case
,
out
of
regard
for
the
battle
of
the
round-house
.
But
whether
it
was
because
I
had
done
well
myself
,
or
because
I
had
been
a
witness
of
his
own
much
greater
prowess
,
is
more
than
I
can
tell
.
For
though
he
had
a
great
taste
for
courage
in
other
men
,
yet
he
admired
it
most
in
Alan
Breck
.
It
was
already
late
at
night
,
and
as
dark
as
it
ever
would
be
at
that
season
of
the
year
(
and
that
is
to
say
,
it
was
still
pretty
bright
)
,
when
Hoseason
clapped
his
head
into
the
round-house
door
.
"
Here
,
"
said
he
,
"
come
out
and
see
if
ye
can
pilot
.
"
"
Is
this
one
of
your
tricks
?
"
asked
Alan
.
"
Do
I
look
like
tricks
?
"
cries
the
captain
.
"
I
have
other
things
to
think
of
--
my
brig
's
in
danger
!
"
By
the
concerned
look
of
his
face
,
and
,
above
all
,
by
the
sharp
tones
in
which
he
spoke
of
his
brig
,
it
was
plain
to
both
of
us
he
was
in
deadly
earnest
;
and
so
Alan
and
I
,
with
no
great
fear
of
treachery
,
stepped
on
deck
.
The
sky
was
clear
;
it
blew
hard
,
and
was
bitter
cold
;
a
great
deal
of
daylight
lingered
;
and
the
moon
,
which
was
nearly
full
,
shone
brightly
.
The
brig
was
close
hauled
,
so
as
to
round
the
southwest
corner
of
the
Island
of
Mull
,
the
hills
of
which
(
and
Ben
More
above
them
all
,
with
a
wisp
of
mist
upon
the
top
of
it
)
lay
full
upon
the
lar-board
bow
.
Though
it
was
no
good
point
of
sailing
for
the
Covenant
,
she
tore
through
the
seas
at
a
great
rate
,
pitching
and
straining
,
and
pursued
by
the
westerly
swell
.
