David Balfour, Second Part eBook

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“This is one of the melancholy airs of my native land,” he would say.  “You may think it strange to see a soldier weep, and indeed it is to make a near friend of you,” says he.  “But the notes of this singing are in my blood, and the words come out of my heart.  And when I mind upon my red mountains and the wild birds calling there, and the brave streams of water running down, I would scarce think shame to weep before my enemies.”  Then he would sing again, and translate to me pieces of the song, with a great deal of boggling and much expressed contempt against the English language.  “It says here,” he would say, “that the sun is gone down, and the battle is at an end, and the brave chiefs are defeated.  And it tells here how the stars see them fleeing into strange countries or lying dead on the red mountain; and they will never more shout the call of battle or wash their feet in the streams of the valley.  But if you had only some of this language, you would weep also because the words of it are beyond all expression, and it is mere mockery to tell you it in English.”

Well, I thought there was a good deal of mockery in the business, one way and another; and yet, there was some feeling too, for which I hated him, I think, the worst of all.  And it used to cut me to the quick to see Catriona so much concerned for the old rogue, and weeping herself to see him weep, when I was sure one-half of his distress flowed from his last night’s drinking in some tavern.  There were times when I was tempted to lend him a round sum, and see the last of him for good; but this would have been to see the last of Catriona as well, for which I was scarcely so prepared; and besides, it went against my conscience to squander my good money on one who was so little of a husband.

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I believe it was about the fifth day, and I know at least that James was in one of his fits of gloom, when I received three letters.  The first was from Alan, offering to visit me in Leyden; the other two were out of Scotland and prompted by the same affair, which was the death of my uncle and my own complete accession to my rights.  Rankeillor’s was, of course, wholly in the business view; Miss Grant’s was like herself, a little more witty than wise, full of blame to me for not having written (though how was I to write with such intelligence?) and of rallying talk about Catriona, which it cut me to the quick to read in her very presence.

For it was of course in my own rooms that I found them, when I came to dinner, so that I was surprised out of my news in the very first moment of reading it.  This made a welcome diversion for all three of us, nor could any have foreseen the ill consequences that ensued.  It was accident that brought the three letters the same day, and that gave them into my hand in the same room with James More; and of all the events that flowed from that accident, and which I might have prevented if I had held my tongue, the truth is that they were preordained before Agricola came into Scotland or Abraham set out upon his travels.

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