The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1901-03-08
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES NENyNENJNhyNhI
CHAPTER IV.-Continued

CHAPTER IV.-Continued
Old Put whinnied again and raised
his head high in the air like one who
listens. was wide awake in an instant
and on my feet again.
"Put," ] said, "if l find that you
have given false alarm second time
you shall have nothing to eat in the
morning"
81 wouldn't bother about it,, said
the girl. "It's only squirrel or rab-
bit Any horse would notice the passing
of such an animal. Their senses are
keener than ours
Shewas growing very considerate of
mel
But / searched the wood again, and
finding nothing returned to my old and
comfortable place. Old Put was restless
and shufaed about; but. angry at his
idle alarms, commanded him roughly
to keep quiet, and he obeyed.
The girl was humming softly to her.
self as if she were thinking of her far
away English home. supposed she was
lonely and homesick, and again some
pity for her crept into my heart.
Are you singing of your sweet
hearth" asked, meaning to cheer her
up.
81 have none, +" she replied.
mot now perhaps, but you will have
some day"
''That is different matter -
"What kind of sweetheart would
you choose?"
"A soldier, a gallant English soldier,
one loyal to his king through all -
She continued to hum her little song
whatever it was. Something stirred in
the wood, and Old Put. despite my pre-
vious command. whinnied and stamped
his feet.
"Confound that beast, whatever ii
may beP' said 1T must be wildcat
attracted by the light of our fire -
Let the wildcat Co." she said
Listen and will sing you song that
will tell you what my future betrothed
and husband shall be- It's an old Scotch
song of devotion and loyalty but we
English sing it, too and like it as well
as the Scotch. 'Dumbarton S Drums we
call it. Z"
"Sing," said
Then she sang:
"Dumbarton's drums beat bonnie o,
When they mind me of my dear Johnnie OF
How happy am
When my soldier is by
While he kisses and blesses his Annie OF
Tis soldier alone can delight me o,
For his graceful looks do invite me O.
While guarded in his arms
I'll fear no wars alarms.
Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright
meOi
"My love is handsome laddie o,
Genteel, but ne'er foppish nor gaudy OF
Though commissions are dear,
Yet I'll buy him one this year,
For he'll serve no longer cadie OF
soldier has honor and bravery o,
Unacquainted with rogues and their knav.
cry OF
He minds no other thing
But the ladies or the king,
For every other care is but slavery OF
''Then I'll be the captains lady o!
Farewell, all my friends and my daddy OF
I'll wait no more at home,
But I'll follow with the drum,
And whene'er that beats I'll be ready OF
Dumbarton's drums sound bonnie OF
They are sprightly like my dear Johnnie OF
How happy shall l be
When on my soldiers knee
Ard he kisses and blesses his Annie or"
Her voice was deep and true, and the
old war ballad was music in my ears
As the melody rose and fell in the lone
ly night my eyes drooped again and my
brain became dim with advancing slum-
bers like child soothed to sleep by the
song of his mother. I was as tired as
dog. / had ridden long and far and had
worked much, and every nerve and
muscle in me cried aloud for rest, but /
reused myself as she finished and the
last note of her song died in the dark
ness.
"That is a proper military song"
said, "and nobly sung, but object to
the sentiments of your hero. He minds
no other thing but the ladies or the
king. The ladies are all right, but no
king! Leave the king outl'
Old Put was stamping his feet again
"That's right, Put, said. cap
plaud the song, for it was we'll sung,
though you and /, who are good Ameri-
cans, don't altogether like the senti-
AuCAbos Adht, thAo ~, ID du OlQ song
of loyalty to the Stuarts. 1t is singular
thing to me how wholesome minded
English people can invest the Stuarts,
whom they kicked out of their country,
with so much romance and charm when
all history shows they were an utterly
lebased lot, and nobody knows it better
than the English themselves.
"The sentiments of the song, king
and all, are perfectly correct and I'll
sing that verse to you again."
She looked at me with look half of
defiance, half smile, and sang:
"My love is a handsome laddie O,
Genteel, but meier foppish nor gaudy OF
Though commissions are dear,
Yet I'll buy him one this year,
For he'll serve no longer a cadie OF
A soldier has honor and bravery o,
Unacquainted with rogues and their knav.
cry OF
He minds no other thing
But the ladies or the king,
For every other care is but a slavery or"
She sang it still more softly and gen.
fly than before, and, though my eyelids
dropped again, turned my eyes from
the bed of Goals to her face. The fire.
light played ruddily over her eyes and
| cheeks. and the exnraSSion there seemed