The times., 1893-02-17

Then l understood this was an emf
grant ship bound for the American colo
MES.
We put the ferryboat alongside and
the eXiles leaned over the bulwarks,
weeping and reaching out their hands
to my fellow passengers, among whom
they counted some near friends. How
long this might have gone on do not
know, for they seemed to have no sense
of time; but at last the captain of tie
ship, who seemed near beside himself
(and no great wonder in the midst of
this crying and confusion, came to tho
side and begged us to depart.
Thereupon Neil sheered off, and tho
chief singer in our boat struck int
melancholy air, which was prese =
taken up both by the emigrants
their friends upon the beach, so th 5
sounded from all sides like lamen, 3"
the dying. | saw the tears run q
the cheeks Of the men and women il -
boat, even as they bent at the oars, {; /
the circumstances, and the music of y
song (Which is one called "Lochaber &,
More') were highly affecting even -
myself.
AT Kinlochaline / got Neil Roy upol
one side on the beach, and said / mo
sure he was one of Appin's men.
"And what for no?' said he.
81 am seeking somebody" said 1; ",aal
it comes in my mind that you will h,vo
news of him. Alan Breck Stewart ;s
his name" And very foolishly instead
of showing him the button 1 sought
to pass shilling in his hand
At this he drew back. II am very
much affronted," he said; "and this is
not the way that one shentleman should
behave to another at all. The man you
ask for is in France: but if he was n
my sporran," says he, "and your belly
full of shillings. would not hurt hair
upon his body"
saw l had gone the wrong way to
work, and without wasting time upon
apologies, showed him the button lying
in the hollow of my palm.
"Aweel, aweel," said Neil, "and |
think we might have begun with that
end of the stick whatever! But if ye
are the lad with the silver button all is
well, and l have the word to see that ye
come safe. But if ye will pardon me to
speak plainly" says he, "there is a name
that you should never take into your
mouth, and that is the name of Alan
Breck, and there is a thing that ye
would never do, and that is to offer your
dirty money to hieland shentleman."
1t was not very easy to apologize, for
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truth) that / had never dreamed he
would set up to be gentleman until
he told me so. Neil on his part had
no wish to prolong his dealings with
me, only to fulfill his orders and
be done with it, and he made
haste to give me my route. This was
to lie the night in Kinlochaline in the
public inn; to cross Morven the next
day to Ardgour and lie the night in the
house of one John of the Claymore.
who was warned that l might come;
the third day, to be set across one loch
at Corran and another at Balachulish,
and then ask my way to the house OF
James of the Glens at Aucharn in
Duror of Appin. There was good deal
Of ferrying, as you hear, the sea in all
this part running deep into the noun
tains and winding about their roots. 1t
makes the country strong to hold and
difficult to travel, but full of prodigious
wild and dreadful prospects.
had some other advice from Neil--to
speak with no one by the way, to avoid
Wings, Campbells and the ''red sol
diers;" to o'leave the road and lie in
bush if / saw any of the latter coming.
'for it was never chance to meet in with
them," and in brief to conduct myself
like robber or Jacobite agent, as per-
haps Neil thought me.
The inn at Kinlochaline was the most
beggarly, vile place that ever pigs were
styed in, full of smoke, vermin and
silent highlanders. was not only dis