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It was evident that a great crisis was at hand.The King, in the month of September, sent anexpress to the Privy Council, requiring them toplace the country on the war establishment. Thestanding army was increased, the militia embodied,the garrisons put in a state of defence, theHighland clans, ever loyal and ever true, were orderedto assemble in arms, and beacons were erected onArthur's Seat and other mountains, to alarm thecountry. Similar preparations to repel Williamof Orange were made by the English government,whose forces, thirty thousand strong, under theEarl of Feversham, were concentrated aboutLondon. But James's measures in the southruined his influence everywhere, and the cheers ofthe English troops, on the acquittal of the Bishopsbeing known in the camp at Hounslow, provedthat he had lost their sympathy for ever, andcould rely on their support no more.
"You taunt me with my poverty, gossip; butremember, that though I have lost my manor ofDrumsheugh, I consider that of Bruntisfield asbeing nearly mine. Sir Archibald was an oldcavalier, and staunch high Churchman; and if thecurrent of affairs (here his voice sank to awhisper) goes against the King, we may easily prevailupon the Council to forfeit these lands to theState for ancient misdemeanors."
"Zounds! I believe the old fool is too drunkto hear me. Harkee! gossip Mersington, youknow I lost a thousand pounds to that addlepate,Holsterlee, on our race at Leith, where myboasted mare failed so devilishly."
"Yes, Simeon, it was the case," continued thelatter, who was engaged in some prosy reminiscenceof King Charles the First's days. "Afiery dragon was seen in the west, and it flewowre the Muirfute hills, towards the castle ofDunbar; and, that day month, a mournful fieldwas fought and lost there."
"'Sdeath! I hope not," said Drumdryan. "I'vea score o' braw bell-wethers owre the muir at theBuckstane; and I lost enough at Martinmas-tide,when twa hundred black faces were smoored in theGlen o' Braid."
Making detours through the fields, cutting apassage through walls, hedges, and fences, theyavoided every town and village, and more thanonce were brought to a halt by Gavin, who led theavant guard, declaring that he saw helmetsglittering in the light of the waning moon. They fordedthe waters of the Lark, and the cold grey light ofthe winter morning began to brighten the levelhorizon, throwing forward in dark relief the distanttrees and village spires, as they came in sight ofEly, without having encountered their Dutch orEnglish foemen.
Walter galloped within a few paces of hisadversary, who had now reloaded his pistol. Hispowerful frame which exhibited great muscularstrength, was cased in a corslet of bright steel,buff coat and gloves, and enormous jack boots,fenced by plates of iron; his head was defendedby an iron cap covered with black velvet (a fashionof James VII.,) and was adorned by a singlefeather; he carried a long carbine and still longerbroadsword. His hair was cut short, and hischin shaved close in the Dutch fashion. Helevelled a pistol between his horse's ears with along and deliberate aim at Walter, whose eye wasfixed in painful acuteness upon the little blackmuzzle and stern grey eye that glared along thebarrel.
When Walter Fenton recovered, he foundhimself on horseback, and his comrades on themarch, beyond Crowland, and the setting sunwas about to dip below the far-off horizon. Athrong of thoughts chased each other through hismind, but sorrow was the prevailing one. Therage he had felt against Napier for his taunts,the hatred for his rivalry, and animosity for hispolitics had all passed away; he felt now thekeenest sorrow for his fate, and remorse that hehad fallen by his hand. 2ff7e9595c
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