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At the door of the first house we
came to, Alan
knocked, which was of no very safe enterprise in such a part of the
the Braes of Balquhidder. No
clan held rule there; it was filled and disputed by small septs, and
remnants, and what they call "chiefless folk," driven into the wild
country about the springs of Forth and Teith by the advance of the
Here were Stewarts and Maclarens, which came to the same thing, for the
Maclarens followed Alan's chief in war, and made but one clan with
Here, too, were many of that old, proscribed,
nameless, red-handed clan
of the Macgregors. They
been ill-considered, and now worse than ever, having credit with no
party in the whole country of Scotland.
chief, Macgregor of Macgregor, was in exile; the more immediate leader
part of them about Balquhidder, James More, Rob Roy's eldest son, lay
his trial in Edinburgh Castle; they were in ill-blood with Highlander
Lowlander, with the Grahames, the Maclarens, and the Stewarts; and
took up the quarrel of any friend, however distant, was extremely
Chance served us very well; for it
was a household of
Maclarens that we found, where Alan was not only welcome for his name's
known by reputation. Here
was got to bed without delay, and a doctor fetched, who found me in a
plight. But whether
because he was
a very good doctor, or I a very young, strong man, I lay bedridden for
than a week, and before a month I was able to take the road again with
All this time Alan would not leave
me though I often
pressed him, and indeed his foolhardiness in staying was a common
outcry with the two or three friends that were let into the secret.
He hid by day in a hole of the braes under a little
wood; and at night,
when the coast was clear, would come into the house to visit me.
I need not say if I was pleased to see him; Mrs.
Maclaren, our hostess,
thought nothing good enough for such a guest; and as Duncan Dhu (which
name of our host) had a pair of pipes in his house, and was much of a
music, this time of my recovery was quite a festival, and we commonly
night into day.
The soldiers let us be; although
once a party of two
companies and some dragoons went by in the bottom of the valley, where
see them through the window as I lay in bed.
What was much more astonishing, no magistrate came
near me, and there was
no question put of whence I came or whither I was going; and in that
excitement, I was as free of all inquiry as though I had lain in a
Yet my presence was known before I left to all the
people in Balquhidder
and the adjacent parts; many coming about the house on visits and these
the custom of the country) spreading the news among their neighbours.
The bills, too, had now been printed.
There was one pinned near the foot of my bed, where
I could read my own
not very flattering portrait and, in larger characters, the amount of
money that had been set upon my life.
Dhu and the rest that knew that I had come there in Alan's company,
entertained no doubt of who I was; and many others must have had their
For though I had changed my clothes, I could not
change my age or person;
and Lowland boys of eighteen were not so rife in these parts of the
above all about that time, that they could fail to put one thing with
and connect me with the bill. So
was, at least. Other
folk keep a
secret among two or three near friends, and somehow it leaks out; but
these clansmen, it is told to a whole countryside, and they will keep
it for a
There was but one thing happened
worth narrating; and
that is the visit I had of Robin Oig, one of the sons of the notorious
He was sought upon all sides on a charge of carrying
a young woman from
Balfron and marrying her (as was alleged) by force; yet he stepped
Balquhidder like a gentleman in his own walled policy. It was he who
James Maclaren at the plough stilts, a quarrel never satisfied; yet he
into the house of his blood enemies as a rider
might into a public inn.
Duncan had time to pass me word of who it was; and we looked at one another in concern. You should understand, it was then close upon the time of Alan's coming; the two were little likely to agree; and yet if we sent word or sought to make a signal, it was sure to arouse suspicion in a man under so dark a cloud as the Macgregor.
He came in with a great show of civility, but like a man among inferiors; took off his bonnet to Mrs. Maclaren, but clapped it on his head again to speak to Duncan; and leaving thus set himself (as he would have thought) in a proper light, came to my bedside and bowed.
"I am given to know, sir," says he,
"that your name is Balfour."
"They call me David Balfour," said
"at your service."
"I would give ye my name in return,
replied, "but it's one somewhat blown upon of late days; and it'll
suffice if I tell ye that I am own brother to James More Drummond or
of whom ye will scarce have failed to hear."
"No, sir," said I, a little alarmed; "nor yet of your father, Macgregor-Campbell." And I sat up and bowed in bed; for I thought best to compliment him, in case he was proud of having had an outlaw to his father.
He bowed in return. "But what I am come to say, sir," he went on, "is this. In the year '45, my brother raised a part of the 'Gregara' and marched six companies to strike a stroke for the good side; and the surgeon that marched with our clan and cured my brother's leg when it was broken in the brush at Preston Pans, was a gentleman of the same name precisely as yourself. He was brother to Balfour of Baith; and if you are in any reasonable degree of nearness one of that gentleman's kin, I have come to put myself and my people at your command."
You are to remember that I knew no more of my descent than any cadger's dog; my uncle, to be sure, had prated of some of our high connections, but nothing to the present purpose; and there was nothing left me but that bitter disgrace of owning that I could not tell.
Robin told me shortly he was sorry
he had put himself
about, turned his back upon me without a sign of salutation, and as he
towards the door, I could hear him telling Duncan that I was "only some
kinless loon that didn't know his own father."
Angry as I was at these words, and ashamed of my own
ignorance, I could
scarce keep from smiling that a man who was under the lash of the law
indeed hanged some three years later) should be so nice as to the
descent of his
Just in the door, he met Alan
coming in; and the two
drew back and looked at each other like strange dogs.
They were neither of them big men, but they seemed
swell out with pride. Each wore a sword, and by a movement of his
clear the hilt of it, so that it might be the more readily grasped and
"Mr. Stewart, I am thinking," says Robin.
"Troth, Mr. Macgregor, it's not a name to be ashamed of," answered Alan.
"I did not know ye were in my
sir," says Robin.
"It sticks in my mind that I am in
of my friends the Maclarens," says Alan.
"That's a kittle point," returned
other. "There may
be two words
to say to that. But
I think I will
have heard that you are a man of your sword?"
"Unless ye were born deaf, Mr. Macgregor, ye will have heard a good deal more than that," says Alan. "I am not the only man that can draw steel in Appin; and when my kinsman and captain, Ardshiel, had a talk with a gentleman of your name, not so many years back, I could never hear that the Macgregor had the best of it."
"Do ye mean my father, sir?" says Robin.
"Well, I wouldnae wonder," said
"The gentleman I have in my mind had the ill-taste
to clap Campbell
to his name."
"My father was an old man," returned Robin.
"The match was unequal. You and me
would make a
better pair, sir."
"I was thinking that," said Alan.
I was half out of bed, and Duncan had been hanging at the elbow of these fighting cocks, ready to intervene upon the least occasion. But when that word was uttered, it was a case of now or never; and Duncan, with something of a white face to be sure, thrust himself between.
"Gentlemen," said he, "I will have been thinking of a very different matter, whateffer. Here are my pipes, and here are you two gentlemen who are baith acclaimed pipers. It's an auld dispute which one of ye's the best. Here will be a braw chance to settle it."
"Why, sir," said Alan, still addressing Robin, from whom indeed he had not so much as shifted his eyes, nor yet Robin from him, "why, sir," says Alan, "I think I will have heard some sough of the sort. Have ye music, as folk say? Are ye a bit of a piper?"
"I can pipe like a Macrimmon!" cries Robin.
"And that is a very bold word," quoth Alan.
"I have made bolder words good
returned Robin, "and that against better adversaries."
"It is easy to try that," says Alan.
Duncan Dhu made haste to bring out the pair of pipes that was his principal possession, and to set before his guests a mutton-ham and a bottle of that drink which they call Athole brose, and which is made of old whiskey, strained honey and sweet cream, slowly beaten together in the right order and proportion. The two enemies were still on the very breach of a quarrel; but down they sat, one upon each side of the peat fire, with a mighty show of politeness. Maclaren pressed them to taste his mutton-ham and "the wife's brose," reminding them the wife was out of Athole and had a name far and wide for her skill in that confection. But Robin put aside these hospitalities as bad for the breath.
"I would have ye to remark, sir,"
Alan, "that I havenae broken bread for near upon ten hours, which will
worse for the breath than any brose in Scotland."
"I will take no advantages, Mr.
replied Robin. "Eat
I'll follow you."
Each ate a small portion of the ham and drank a glass of the brose to Mrs. Maclaren; and then after a great number of civilities, Robin took the pipes and played a little spring in a very ranting manner.
"Ay, ye can, blow" said Alan; and
the instrument from his rival, he first played the same spring in a
identical with Robin's; and then wandered into variations, which, as he
he decorated with a perfect flight of grace-notes, such as pipers love,
I had been pleased with Robin's
"That's no very bad, Mr. Stewart,"
rival, "but ye show a poor device in your warblers."
"Me!" cried Alan, the blood
starting to his
face. "I give ye
"Do ye own yourself beaten at the pipes, then," said Robin, "that ye seek to change them for the sword?"
"And that's very well said, Mr. Macgregor," returned Alan; "and in the meantime" (laying a strong accent on the word) "I take back the lie. I appeal to Duncan."
"Indeed, ye need appeal to naebody," said Robin. "Ye're a far better judge than any Maclaren in Balquhidder: for it's a God's truth that you're a very creditable piper for a Stewart. Hand me the pipes." Alan did as he asked; and Robin proceeded to imitate and correct some part of Alan's variations, which it seemed that he remembered perfectly.
"Ay, ye have music," said Alan, gloomily.
"And now be the judge yourself, Mr.
Stewart," said Robin; and taking up the variations from the beginning,
worked them throughout to so new a purpose, with such ingenuity and
and with so odd a fancy and so quick a knack in the grace-notes, that I
amazed to hear him.
As for Alan, his face grew dark and
hot, and he sat
and gnawed his fingers, like a man under some deep affront.
"Enough!" he cried. "Ye can blow the pipes — make
most of that." And
he made as
if to rise.
But Robin only held out his hand as if to ask for silence, and struck into the slow measure of a pibroch. It was a fine piece of music in itself, and nobly played; but it seems, besides, it was a piece peculiar to the Appin Stewarts and a chief favourite with Alan. The first notes were scarce out, before there came a change in his face; when the time quickened, he seemed to grow restless in his seat; and long before that piece was at an end, the last signs of his anger died from him, and he had no thought but for the music.
"Robin Oig," he said, when it was
"ye are a great piper. I
not fit to blow in the same kingdom with ye.
Body of me! ye have mair music in your sporran than
I have in my head!
And though it still sticks in my mind that I could
maybe show ye another
of it with the cold steel, I warn ye beforehand — it'll no be fair!
It would go against my heart to haggle a man that
can blow the pipes as
Thereupon that quarrel was made up; all night long the brose was going and the pipes changing hands; and the day had come pretty bright, and the three men were none the better for what they had been taking, before Robin as much as thought upon the road.Kidnapped