The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1884-07-16

not to throw up the cause.
The only way in which she could
procure his attendance at the fatal
battle of Culloden, was to ride with
him herself at the head of the clan.
She wa a splendid rider and a most
beautiful and graceful woman, tall
and fair, and never appeared to so
much advantage as when seated on
horseback.
When her husband went to the
front, she took charge. of a spare
horse in the rear. so that, IN case of
accident on the field, he might know
where the means of safety and flight
could be found. Hour after hour she
calmly sat her horse, expectant,
while in the distance the battle was
fought and won, though not by her
prince.
AS the day was drawing to its close
her husband rode up TO her, hot and
breathless, and told her that the bat
tlewas lost, and the Stuart is cause
lost beyond redemption. He mount
ed the charger she had held through
out the day. and with q hurried fare~
we'll bounded out of sight.
He succeeded in escaping to the
coast, and got safely off, through
Norway and Sweden. to France.
But Lady Ogilvy still remained upon
the field, haif-stupetied with grief
aud disappointment at the fatal news
she had heard, but wholly regardless
of personal danger.
The victorious party. sweeping
over the field in hot pursuit, took
Lady Ogilvy, with other ladies', pris-
oner, and conveyed her to Edinburg
Castle. After a fsw days's confines
ment, all her fellow prisoners were
released, and restored to their fami-
lies, but she herself still remained a
captive.
She possessed many Influential
friends, vino exerted all their power
to procure her freedom, but without
success. AS Lady Ogilvy was the
one at Culloden of highest rank aud
greatest influence, she was accord
ingly tried, convicted, and condemned
to be executed on that Monday six
weeks. where traitors suffered in Ed
inburgh.
Finding there remained no hope of
regalning her liberty through her
friends, Lady Ogilvy determined to
regain it by hes own efforts; and her
wOman's wit soon hit upon a scheme.
Amongst those who had access to
her room was the washerwoman,
who came regularly on Saturday
with her ladyship's clean linen; she
was a little, ugly, deformed person,
with a peculiar hitch in her walk.
This was the woman Lady Ogilvy
fixed upon as the instrument through
which to attain her liberty.
One Saturday, when the little
washerw0man made her appearance,
Lady Ogllvy tol0 her tnat she had a
strong desire to learn how to walk
like her-would she teach her? The
woman was nOthiag lOath, so every
time she came, the prisoner made
her walk up and down the room to
teach her; and usually detained her
some time while she practlced and
when the woman left, the lesson was
again rehearsed.
On the Saturday before the Mon
day on which she was to be executed,
when as usual toward shutdown the
washerwomen brought the linen, her
ladyship detained her as on previous
days. But this time it was not to
practice walking; it was for a very
different object-no less than to
change clothes!
Give me your Dress" said Lady
Ogilvy, land you take mine you re-
main quietly here: NJ one viii harm
you, aud you will save my life"
The woman did as she was request
ed. The exchange was speedily made
and she had the satisfaction of see
ing that her lessons had not been
thrown away, and Of learning the
reason why they had been desired.
Her pupil did her no discred dit. for
she took up the basken, and limping
with her own peculiar limp, left her
and joined the washgirl who was
waiting outside.
No doubt the girl wondered why
her mistress was so unusually ST.
lent, and doubtless put it down to
ill-temper; but who can picture her
amazement when she suddenly saw
her crooked little mistress throw
down the basket and rise into a tall,
majestic woman, aud without a word
Ut farewell run down the High street
rs fast as her nimble feet could carry
her.
When the fugitive reached Abbey
Hill, she found horses and a change
of dress ready for, and not many
minutes elapsed before she was away
in full gallop from the good city.
Relays of horses had been provided
for her the whole way from Edin-
burgh to Dover, yet into almost every
town she entered, news of her escape
HAD preceded Der and a reward had
been offered for her capture. Butat
length, after many a narrow escape,
ana many a weary hour, she found
herself safe on board a vessel ready to
sail for France.
Just as the had heaved the
anchor, and the salts We're unfurled
and the fugitive thought all danger
was over, a sudden embargo was laid
upon every vessel in the harbor; not
one was to sail until search had been
made for the person of Lady Ogilvy,
who was supposed to have taken
refuge in one OF them.
A government agent had been sent
down from London to conduct the
search in person. While captain and
crew were fretting and Tuning at the
the object of it seemed to all
outward appearance calm and col
lected, as if she had no interest in the
proceedings whatever.
A boat was seen to put off from the
shore and presently a man sprang on
board, holding a large paper in his
hand, which upon inspection proved
to be the portrait of a lady, stout,
masculine and life-size; this was ex-
hibited to the captain as the portrait
of Lady Ogilvy.
The tugi i've. contrived, herself un>
seen to catch a glimpse of the pictur.;
one glance was sufficient to quiet her
fears. With the tact and the ready
wit of a b'ave, courageous woman,
she walked quietly up to the agent,
and for a minute or two looked Gains
iy at the portrait, and then said:
"Ah! is that the portrait Of the
Lady Ogilvy? l knew her very well;
1t is strictly like, and If you go by
that, you cam OF do better"