North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1870-03-09
ssRonnie Prince Charlie"

ssBonnie Prince Charlie"
1t was in the year 1746, after the
battle Of Culloden, that "Bonnie Prince
Charlie" lay hid amongst the passes In
Glen Moriston, and dared not move out,
for posted far and wide from the point
of Ben Attow to Beauley were the Eng
fish redcoats. 1t was known that the
prince was hiding in the glen, and the
English Government were resolved to
intercept him in any attempt he might
make to reach the sea-coast. But there
were some who, "death and exile brav-
ing" were bent on releasing him from
his perilous position.
"Ye'll no forget me entirely, Mary,
hinny, if SO be ye'd never see me mair
gin this NIGHT be over. IT'S lang,
dreary way I'm travelling this cen, and
there's name sa surefooted but wha'll
slip ane day. Kiss me ance mair, and
gle me your word yell think on your
Jamie till ye meet him again; it may
be on airth, but it maun be in heaven"
"What for are We so dooncast this
cen, Jamie? IT'S mony time we've
walked frae Invermoriston to Caena-
crotch syne We put the pack upon yer
shouther. Cheer up, mon, and sure III
ne'er forget We till ye're back hame on
the morn. Ye max me greet wi yer
dolefu' waillings."
"Dinna greet, lassie; it may be I'm
wrang, but I've weight that presses
down my HART and forebodes sad wark
for we twa. But gin | return, or gin |
f. asleep amang the stanes i the glen.
tits a ane syne we maun meet again
My lassie and my king is a the warld
t. me-"
The pedlar shouldersd his pack and
slowly wound his way down the little
path from the Highland clachan. AT
the foot of a mound he stood and looked
buck.
The last rays of the setting sun dyed
the rich brown heather of the matched
cottage to a ruddier hue, and turned the
flaxen locks of his Mary to halo OF
gold.
The high hills behind formed back.
ground of deep indigo to the picture,
and fondly the pedlar gazed on that
well-known scene; then, waving his
hand to the tall girl who stood shading
her eyes from the sun to look after him,
resumed his course. It led him over
mountains and moors, through woods OF
pine-trees, and by the foaming, tumbling
river Moriston.
1t was still, frosty winters night !;
each footstep that he took rustled the
dying leaves or resounded along the
highway. The moon, gradually rising
from bed Of clouds, illumined the
whole scene, gave mysterious white
ness to the snow-capped distant mount
aims, and sparkled diamond-like upon
the crystal drops of dew and hoar-frost
by the roadside. The feathery birch
trees. all blown and bent by their fire.
quent contests with the wind, now rest
ed motionless from their ceaseless MUIR
murings. Nothing disturbed the quiet,
save the pedlar's footsteps, for the very
deer, accustomed to his frequent journeys
to and fro, knew him, and lay still in
their coverts. Often and often had he
trod that path, whistling gaily, perhaps,
as he went, or thinking Of his Mary /;
but now he trod gloomily, drearily, nc
sound on his lips but the dull, dread
presentiment weighing down his heart.
whist" shouted voice suddenly
in his ear, and the pedlar started back
several PAGES. A tall gillie stood before
him, having risen as it were, from the
earth itself. The pedlar's alarm was
however, short-lived. He recognized q
friend, and it was with :.Weel met
Sandy. Frae whar sprang YEP" tina,
he advanced with outstretched hand.
The gillie took it, and replied-"Ye'rt
late, mon. I've been -waitin' for ye this
hour an MAR. l cam frae ane ye KEN
pointing with his finger towards the
rocks beside the Moriston, "wha bid.
me tell We dinna gang yer road thi.
NIGHT. The glen is chock flu O red
coats, and ye might weel be mistaen fol
ane yer no, and frae thae mistaen.
there's nae turnin' back. Ye ken wee
ye're unco like him in the face"
"And do ye think, Sandy, It's a. fo
nought I'm made so like him? If 81
be by such mistake he were enabled
to leave his den i the rocks, whar h,
lies mair like puir beastie than tn,
king o. this laun, wad it be I wad hinel
sic a blessedness? IT'S little sic pull
lad as | can do for him but ye maun;
stop me frae that little"
Sandy returned no answer. The sen
timent was too nearly akin to his owl
feelings for him to contradict it, We
after his commission he dared not en-
courage it. Farewell, mon," was all h.
said, and sprang into the thiekets.
The pedlar continued his march, dee,
in thought. By-and-by the glen opened
out wider; the trees ceased, mea
dows and moors approached tn,
river banks, the hills receded furthe,
back on each side, and then rose sky
wards mere loftily than before, more
rugged and bare. Now again they ap
preached nearer as the pedlar gained
the head of the glen-the Caenacroich
as it is called. A tributary torrent came
rolling its waters into the Moriston, ant
far of the sound Of water falling ovel
the rocks broke upon the pedlar's ear
The grey dawn was just stealing acros.
the horizon when he neared his destina
ton. The end was very close bu
what was that end to be? There il
another sound besides the falling water
to be heard now as the nedlar SKIRT