Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-01-28

BARNS forby, the children and the hope
of Appin, that must be learned their let
ters and how to hold sword in that far
country. Now the tenants of Appin
have to pay rent to King George, but
their hearts are stanch; they are true to
their chief, and what with love and a
bit of pressure and may be threat or
two the poor folks scrape up a second
rent for Ardshiel. Well, David, I'm the
hand that carries it." And he struck
the belt about his body so that the
guineas rang.
"Do they pay both?" cried l.
"Aye, David, both," says he.
"What! two rents?' repeated.
"Aye, David" said he. 81 told diff
ferent tale to yon captain man, but this
is the truth of it. And it's wonderful to
me how little pressure is needed. But
that's the handiwork of my good kins-
man and my fathers friend, James of
the Glens-James Stewart that is-Ard
shiel's half brother. He it is that gets
the money in and does the management
This was the first time that l heard
the name of that James Stewart, who
was afterwards so famous at the time of
his hanging. But l took little heed at
the moment, for all my mind was occu-
pied with the generosity of these poor
highlanders.
Il call it NOBLE" | cried. I'm a
Wing, or little better, but l call it
noble"
"Aye," said he, "ye're a Wing, but
ye're a gentleman, and that's what does
it. Now if ye were one of the cursed
race of Campbell ye would gnash your
teeth to hear tell Of it. If ye were the
Red Fox And mt that name his teeth
shut together, and he ceased speaking
have seen many a grim face, but never
grlmmer than Alan's when he had named
the Red Fox.
"And who is the Red Fox?" l asked,
daunte1, but still curious.
WHO is he?' cried Alan. "Well, and
I'll tell you that. When the men of the
clans were broken at Culloden and the
good cause went down, and the horses
rode over the fetlocks in the best blood
of the north, Ardshiel had to flee like a
poor deer upon tn. mountain-he and
his lady and his BARNS. A sair job we
had of it before we got him shipped;
and while he still lay in the heather the
English rogues that could nae come at
his life were striking at his rights. They
stripped him of his powers; they stripped
him of his lands; they plucked the weap-
ons from the hands Of his clansmen that
had borne arms for thirty centuries:
aye, and the very clothes off their backs
so that it's now a sin to wear tartan
plaid, and a man may be cast into Jail
if he has but kilt about his legs. One
thing they could nae kill. That was the
love the clansmen bore their chief.
These guineas are the proof of it. And
now in there steps a man, a Campbell,
redheaded Colin of Glenure"-
''Is that him you call the Red Fox?"
said l.
"Will we bring me his brush?" cried
Alan fiercely. "Ah, that's the man. In
he steps and gets papers from King
George, to be so called kings factor on
the lands of Appin. And at first he
sings small, and is hail fellow well met
with Sheamus-that's James of the
Glens, my chieftain's agent. But by
and by, that come to his ears that
have just told you; hcw the poor COM
mons of Appin, the farmers and the
crofters and the boumen were wringing
their very plaids to get a second rent
and sent it over seas for Ardshiel and
his poor BARNS. What was it ye call it,
when | told ye?"
II called it noble, Alan" said l.
"And you little better than common
Whigw cries Alan. But when it came
to Colin Roy, the black Campbell blood
in him ran wild. lie sat gnashing his
teeth at the wine table. What! should
Stewart get bite of bread, and him
not be able to prevent it? All! Red Fox.
if ever hold you at n guns end, the
Lord have pity upon ye!" Alan stopped
to swallow down his anger. "Well.
David, what does he do? He declares
all the farus to let. And thinks he, in
his black heart, I'll soon get other ten
ants that'n overbid these Stewards and
Maccolls and Macrobs for these are all
names in my clan, David),' and then,'
thinks he, 'Ardshiel will have to hold
his bonnet on French roadsider"
"Well," said l, "what followed"
Alan laid down his pipe, which he had
long since suffered to go out, and set his
two hands upon his knees.
aye" said he, yell never guess
thatl For these same Stewards, and
Maccolls, and Macrobs (that had two
rents to pay, one to King George by
stark force and one to Ardshiel by nat
ural kindness), offered him a better
price than any Campbell in all broad
Scotland and far he sent seeking them
as far as to the sides of the Clyde and
the cross Of Edinburgh-seeking, and
ieeching, and begging them to come,
where there was Stewart to be starved
and redheaded hound of Campbell
to be pleasuredw
"Well, Alan, said l, "that is strange
story, and fine one too. And Whig as
l may be, am glad the man was
beaten"
Him beaten?' echoed Alan. "It's