THE FLIGHT IN THE HEATHER: THE ROCKS
Sometimes we walked, sometimes ran; and as it drew on to morning, walked ever
the less and ran the more. Though, upon its face, that country appeared to be a
desert, yet there were huts and houses of the people, of which we must have
passed more than twenty, hidden in quiet places of the hills. When we came to
one of these, Alan would leave me in the way, and go himself and rap upon the
side of the house and speak awhile at the window with some sleeper awakened.
This was to pass the news; which, in that country, was so much of a duty that
Alan must pause to attend to it even while fleeing for his life; and so well
attended to by others, that in more than half of the houses where we called they
had heard already of the murder. In the others, as well as I could make out
(standing back at a distance and hearing a strange tongue), the news was
received with more of consternation than surprise.
For all our hurry, day began to come in while we were still far from any
shelter. It found us in a prodigious valley, strewn with rocks and where ran a
foaming river. Wild mountains stood around it; there grew there neither grass
nor trees; and I have sometimes thought since then, that it may have been the
valley called Glencoe, where the massacre was in the time of King William. But
for the details of our itinerary, I am all to seek; our way lying now by short
cuts, now by great detours; our pace being so hurried, our time of journeying
usually by night; and the names of such places as I asked and heard being in the
Gaelic tongue and the more easily forgotten.
The first peep of morning, then, showed us this horrible place, and I could
see Alan knit his brow.
"This is no fit place for you and me," he said. "This is a place they're
bound to watch."
And with that he ran harder than ever down to the water-side, in a part where
the river was split in two among three rocks. It went through with a horrid
thundering that made my belly quake; and there hung over the lynn a little mist
of spray. Alan looked neither to the right nor to the left, but jumped clean
upon the middle rock and fell there on his hands and knees to check himself, for
that rock was small and he might have pitched over on the far side. I had scarce
time to measure the distance or to understand the peril before I had followed
him, and he had caught and stopped me.
So there we stood, side by side upon a small rock slippery with spray, a far
broader leap in front of us, and the river dinning upon all sides. When I saw
where I was, there came on me a deadly sickness of fear, and I put my hand over
my eyes. Alan took me and shook me; I saw he was speaking, but the roaring of
the falls and the trouble of my mind prevented me from hearing; only I saw his
face was red with anger, and that he stamped upon the rock. The same look showed
me the water raging by, and the mist hanging in the air: and with that I covered
my eyes again and shuddered.
The next minute Alan had set the brandy bottle to my lips, and forced me to
drink about a gill, which sent the blood into my head again. Then, putting his
hands to his mouth, and his mouth to my ear, he shouted, "Hang or drown!" and
turning his back upon me, leaped over the farther branch of the stream, and
landed safe.
I was now alone upon the rock, which gave me the more room; the brandy was
singing in my ears; I had this good example fresh before me, and just wit enough
to see that if I did not leap at once, I should never leap at all. I bent low on
my knees and flung myself forth, with that kind of anger of despair that has
sometimes stood me in stead of courage. Sure enough, it was but my hands that
reached the full length; these slipped, caught again, slipped again; and I was
sliddering back into the lynn, when Alan seized me, first by the hair, then by
the collar, and with a great strain dragged me into safety.
Never a word he said, but set off running again for his life, and I must
stagger to my feet and run after him. I had been weary before, but now I was
sick and bruised, and partly drunken with the brandy; I kept stumbling as I ran,
I had a stitch that came near to overmaster me; and when at last Alan paused
under a great rock that stood there among a number of others, it was none too
soon for David Balfour.
A great rock I have said; but by rights it was two rocks leaning together at
the top, both some twenty feet high, and at the first sight inaccessible. Even
Alan (though you may say he had as good as four hands) failed twice in an
attempt to climb them; and it was only at the third trial, and then by standing
on my shoulders and leaping up with such force as I thought must have broken my
collar-bone, that he secured a lodgment. Once there, he let down his leathern
girdle; and with the aid of that and a pair of shallow footholds in the rock, I
scrambled up beside him.
Then I saw why we had come there; for the two rocks, being both somewhat
hollow on the top and sloping one to the other, made a kind of dish or saucer,
where as many as three or four men might have lain hidden.
All this while Alan had not said a word, and had run and climbed with such a
savage, silent frenzy of hurry, that I knew that he was in mortal fear of some
miscarriage. Even now we were on the rock he said nothing, nor so much as
relaxed the frowning look upon his face; but clapped flat down, and keeping only
one eye above the edge of our place of shelter scouted all round the compass.
The dawn had come quite, clear; we could see the stony sides of the valley, and
its bottom, which was bestrewed with rocks, and the river, which went from one
side to another, and made white falls; but nowhere the smoke of a house, nor any
living creature but some eagles screaming round a cliff.
Then at last Alan smiled.
"Ay" said he, "now we have a chance;" and then looking at me with some
amusement. "Ye're no very gleg[25] at the jumping," said he.
[25]Brisk.
At this I suppose I coloured with mortification, for he added at once,
"Hoots! small blame to ye! To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what
makes the prettiest kind of a man. And then there was water there, and water's a
thing that dauntons even me. No, no," said Alan, "it's no you that's to blame,
it's me."
I asked him why.
"Why," said he, "I have proved myself a gomeral this night. For first of all
I take a wrong road, and that in my own country of Appin; so that the day has
caught us where we should never have been; and thanks to that, we lie here in
some danger and mair discomfort. And next (which is the worst of the two, for a
man that has been so much among the heather as myself) I have come wanting a
water-bottle, and here we lie for a long summer's day with naething but neat
spirit. Ye may think that a small matter; but before it comes night, David,
ye'll give me news of it."
I was anxious to redeem my character, and offered, if he would pour out the
brandy, to run down and fill the bottle at the river.
"I wouldnae waste the good spirit either," says he. "It's been a good friend
to you this night; or in my poor opinion, ye would still be cocking on yon
stone. And what's mair," says he, "ye may have observed (you that's a man of so
much penetration) that Alan Breck Stewart was perhaps walking quicker than his
ordinar'."
"You!" I cried, "you were running fit to burst."
"Was I so?" said he. "Well, then, ye may depend upon it, there was nae time
to be lost. And now here is enough said; gang you to your sleep, lad, and I'll
watch."
Accordingly, I lay down to sleep; a little peaty earth had drifted in between
the top of the two rocks, and some bracken grew there, to be a bed to me; the
last thing I heard was still the crying of the eagles.
I dare say it would be nine in the morning when I was roughly awakened, and
found Alan's hand pressed upon my mouth.
"Wheesht!" he whispered. "Ye were snoring."
"Well," said I, surprised at his anxious and dark face, "and why not?"
He peered over the edge of the rock, and signed to me to do the like.
It was now high day, cloudless, and very hot. The valley was as clear as in a
picture. About half a mile up the water was a camp of red-coats; a big fire
blazed in their midst, at which some were cooking; and near by, on the top of a
rock about as high as ours, there stood a sentry, with the sun sparkling on his
arms. All the way down along the river-side were posted other sentries; here
near together, there widelier scattered; some planted like the first, on places
of command, some on the ground level and marching and counter-marching, so as to
meet half-way. Higher up the glen, where the ground was more open, the chain of
posts was continued by horse-soldiers, whom we could see in the distance riding
to and fro. Lower down, the infantry continued; but as the stream was suddenly
swelled by the confluence of a considerable burn, they were more widely set, and
only watched the fords and stepping-stones.
I took but one look at them, and ducked again into my place. It was strange
indeed to see this valley, which had lain so solitary in the hour of dawn,
bristling with arms and dotted with the red coats and breeches.
"Ye see," said Alan, "this was what I was afraid of, Davie: that they would
watch the burn-side. They began to come in about two hours ago, and, man! but
ye're a grand hand at the sleeping! We're in a narrow place. If they get up the
sides of the hill, they could easy spy us with a glass; but if they'll only keep
in the foot of the valley, we'll do yet. The posts are thinner down the water;
and, come night, we'll try our hand at getting by them."
"And what are we to do till night?" I asked.
"Lie here," says he, "and birstle."
That one good Scotch word, "birstle," was indeed the most of the story of the
day that we had now to pass. You are to remember that we lay on the bare top of
a rock, like scones upon a girdle; the sun beat upon us cruelly; the rock grew
so heated, a man could scarce endure the touch of it; and the little patch of
earth and fern, which kept cooler, was only large enough for one at a time. We
took turn about to lie on the naked rock, which was indeed like the position of
that saint that was martyred on a gridiron; and it ran in my mind how strange it
was, that in the same climate and at only a few days' distance, I should have
suffered so cruelly, first from cold upon my island and now from heat upon this
rock.
All the while we had no water, only raw brandy for a drink, which was worse
than nothing; but we kept the bottle as cool as we could, burying it in the
earth, and got some relief by bathing our breasts and temples.
The soldiers kept stirring all day in the bottom of the valley, now changing
guard, now in patrolling parties hunting among the rocks. These lay round in so
great a number, that to look for men among them was like looking for a needle in
a bottle of hay; and being so hopeless a task, it was gone about with the less
care. Yet we could see the soldiers pike their bayonets among the heather, which
sent a cold thrill into my vitals; and they would sometimes hang about our rock,
so that we scarce dared to breathe.
It was in this way that I first heard the right English speech; one fellow as
he went by actually clapping his hand upon the sunny face of the rock on which
we lay, and plucking it off again with an oath. "I tell you it's 'ot," says he;
and I was amazed at the clipping tones and the odd sing-song in which he spoke,
and no less at that strange trick of dropping out the letter "h." To be sure, I
had heard Ransome; but he had taken his ways from all sorts of people, and spoke
so imperfectly at the best, that I set down the most of it to childishness. My
surprise was all the greater to hear that manner of speaking in the mouth of a
grown man; and indeed I have never grown used to it; nor yet altogether with the
English grammar, as perhaps a very critical eye might here and there spy out
even in these memoirs.
The tediousness and pain of these hours upon the rock grew only the greater
as the day went on; the rock getting still the hotter and the sun fiercer. There
were giddiness, and sickness, and sharp pangs like rheumatism, to be supported.
I minded then, and have often minded since, on the lines in our Scotch psalm: --
"The moon by night thee shall not smite, Nor yet the sun by day;"
and indeed it was only by God's blessing that we were neither of us
sun-smitten.
At last, about two, it was beyond men's bearing, and there was now temptation
to resist, as well as pain to thole. For the sun being now got a little into the
west, there came a patch of shade on the east side of our rock, which was the
side sheltered from the soldiers.
"As well one death as another," said Alan, and slipped over the edge and
dropped on the ground on the shadowy side.
I followed him at once, and instantly fell all my length, so weak was I and
so giddy with that long exposure. Here, then, we lay for an hour or two, aching
from head to foot, as weak as water, and lying quite naked to the eye of any
soldier who should have strolled that way. None came, however, all passing by on
the other side; so that our rock continued to be our shield even in this new
position.
Presently we began again to get a little strength; and as the soldiers were
now lying closer along the river-side, Alan proposed that we should try a start.
I was by this time afraid of but one thing in the world; and that was to be set
back upon the rock; anything else was welcome to me; so we got ourselves at once
in marching order, and began to slip from rock to rock one after the other, now
crawling flat on our bellies in the shade, now making a run for it, heart in
mouth.
The soldiers, having searched this side of the valley after a fashion, and
being perhaps somewhat sleepy with the sultriness of the afternoon, had now laid
by much of their vigilance, and stood dozing at their posts or only kept a
look-out along the banks of the river; so that in this way, keeping down the
valley and at the same time towards the mountains, we drew steadily away from
their neighbourhood. But the business was the most wearing I had ever taken part
in. A man had need of a hundred eyes in every part of him, to keep concealed in
that uneven country and within cry of so many and scattered sentries. When we
must pass an open place, quickness was not all, but a swift judgment not only of
the lie of the whole country, but of the solidity of every stone on which we
must set foot; for the afternoon was now fallen so breathless that the rolling
of a pebble sounded abroad like a pistol shot, and would start the echo calling
among the hills and cliffs.
By sundown we had made some distance, even by our slow rate of progress,
though to be sure the sentry on the rock was still plainly in our view. But now
we came on something that put all fears out of season; and that was a deep
rushing burn, that tore down, in that part, to join the glen river. At the sight
of this we cast ourselves on the ground and plunged head and shoulders in the
water; and I cannot tell which was the more pleasant, the great shock as the
cool stream went over us, or the greed with which we drank of it.
We lay there (for the banks hid us), drank again and again, bathed our
chests, let our wrists trail in the running water till they ached with the
chill; and at last, being wonderfullv renewed, we got out the meal-bag and made
drammach in the iron pan. This, though it is but cold water mingled with
oatmeal, yet makes a good enough dish for a hungry man; and where there are no
means of making fire, or (as in our case) good reason for not making one, it is
the chief stand-by of those who have taken to the heather.
As soon as the shadow of the night had fallen, we set forth again, at first
with the same caution, but presently with more boldness, standing our full
height and stepping out at a good pace of walking. The way was very intricate,
lying up the steep sides of mountains and along the brows of cliffs; clouds had
come in with the sunset, and the night was dark and cool; so that I walked
without much fatigue, but in continual fear of falling and rolling down the
mountains, and with no guess at our direction.
The moon rose at last and found us still on the road; it was in its last
quarter, and was long beset with clouds; but after awhile shone out and showed
me many dark heads of mountains, and was reflected far underneath us on the
narrow arm of a sea-loch.
At this sight we both paused: I struck with wonder to find myself so high and
walking (as it seemed to me) upon clouds; Alan to make sure of his direction.
Seemingly he was well pleased, and he must certainly have judged us out of
ear-shot of all our enemies; for throughout the rest of our night-march he
beguiled the way with whistling of many tunes, warlike, merry, plaintive; reel
tunes that made the foot go faster; tunes of my own south country that made me
fain to be home from my adventures; and all these, on the great, dark, desert
mountains, making company upon the way.
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