Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-10-14
Gelrrte0 O1le.
From Wilson'S Tales of the Borders.
THE HEIR OF INsHANNOCK
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ed by those who wander in unknown paths,
through Highland districts, of plungng knee
deep IN quagmres, and getting thoroughly drench-
ed by the cooling mists from the mountains, Rod
erlck, with some dtfc uty, arrived at the wish
editor hnyen. 1t was Il small and tolerably look
ing bothy, containing, far as the wanderer
could ascertain, but and ben. Peeping through
a chink, in the small orice intended for win
dow it was with no ordinary delight he beheld IA
capital peat fire burning with more than accus-
toned hrlskness. As the door was fastened, he
" tried at the pin, as the old ballads term it.
hoarse, but evidently female, voice exclaimed
Wha's that to disturb an honest woman at
this time o night =
"A stranger, who has lost his way"
"Awa wi ye we've nae room for strangers
in this kintry gang your ways
But, my good woman, really can do no
such thing. Have you the conscience-can you
think of sending me back to the bleak moor,
through which I've been passing, when you have
such d capital fire blazing away here Come
now, have some compassion
" Let him in, Christie" exclaimed another
voice, proceeding evidently from one Of differ
emit gender; "perhaps he may from Mac
pherson'
The mandate was obeyed; and Roderick found
himself in presence Of two men, dressed in
military attire, and middle-aged woman, of
somewhat repulslve aspect. The warlke ind-
viduals were making themselves comfortable
over bottle Of mountain dew and the potency
Of the q fire water, as the Indians term 1t, was
pretty evident, from the flushed countenance and
thick utterancc of the drinkers.
" am sorry to intrude on you, gentlemen, -
apologised Roderick g but | lost my way on
the neighborng moor, and my good stars guided
me to this habitation, where hopc"--
mo aFologies-no apologies, sir ! have seen
service, sir; | receive his Majesty's pay; and
know how to treat gentleman as he ought to
be treated, sir VIII you JOIN US in glass, sir p
Roderick was by no means DESTROYS of parta-
king of the offer thus so ostentatiously offered !;
offend, he pocketod his pride, and took his place
at the deal board, which, placed on the top of an
old whisky cask, served for table.
MAY be bold enough, s.r, to ask, whom I
have the honor Of pledging,' qoolh the inyitcr,
filling his glass. {" My name, sir, is Sergeant
PatuIlo--Sergeant Patullo, Of his Maiesty's fifth
troop of cavalry"
With some hesitation, the name Of Campbell
was uttered by 8oderick.
" Campbell, sir; good name-Ioyal subjects to
/ To-, T.,
to introduce Private Kincaid Your health, Mr.
Campbel2 Are you in the army, Mr. Camp
bell3 Pardon me for the question, sir; but you
have fine military look
81 am not presently employed, although, at
one period, | saw a good deal of service but
pray, sir-queston for question-may ask to
what accident | am to attribute the presence of
two military gentlemen in this out-ofthe way
place in the Highlands -
"Yon may well call it out of the way, sir; but
soldiers duty, sIr requires his presence where
his country calls him, sir. | am sorry, sir, that
| cannot dvulge TO so polite gentleman, (moro
especially, sir, as with your leave, there is some
what scant of good breeding in this petticoat
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State secrets, sir must not be divulged.'
" Certainly" replied Roderck al cannot
press you further. You will forgive me for plead
ing fatigue but, with your leave, must take a
hurried nap, as require to be early on my road
tomorrow morning Good night, gentlemen
So saying, he threw himselfon bed in a corner
of the room, wrapping himself up in his plaid
| The dog took his place beside him.
Roderck soon fell asleep. How long he slum
bered, he did not know; but was awakened, al
last, by a confused babel of voices. Opening his
eyes, he third person present, and dscov
cred face which seemed familiar. The dscov
cry was any thing but pleasant; and he deemed
it prudent to remain quiet and to counterfeit thai
repose which he certainly was far from feeling
The parties in alteration had evidently beer
drinking deeply. The sergeant had thrown by
his precision, and was talking volubly.
"Ill tell you, ye hieland blackguard, the man
a gentleman, and you shall not disturb him."
"But, replied the stranger, q I'm no going t.
be tule, if yon are ane, sergeant. Ifany o thu
band get an inklng of what l. about, ye Il uev
Ell pit saul on their tails
q Nonsense, quoth Private Kincaid I" tht
man $ asleep, and never dreaming of caterans, o
the Glen of Benvorlich. I wish thae Highland
devils may be as sound as he is when we ge
there"
"Just let him be quiet, Macpherson said tn