66 Why, there now-there now!" retorted Elliot; "did I not say it was nae want o' spunk that made ye sae mim ?—Weel, weel, I meant nae offence; but there's just ae thing ye may notice frae a friend. The auld Laird of Ellieslaw has the auld riding blood far hetter at his heart than ye haetroth, he kens naething about thae newfangled notions o' peace and quietness-he's a' for the auldwarld doings o' lifting and laying on, and he has a wheen stout lads at his back too, and keeps them weel up in heart, and as fu' o' mischief as young colts. Where he gets the gear to do't nane can say; he lives high, and far abune his rents here; however, he pays his way-Sae, if there's ony outbreak in the country, he's likely to break out wi' the first-and weel does he mind the auld quarrels between ye. I'm surmizing he'll be for a touch at the auld tower at Earnscliff." "Well, Hobbie," answered the young gentleman, "if he should be so ill advised, I shall try to make the old tower good against him, as it has been made good by my betters against his betters many a day ago." "Very right-very right-that's speaking like a man now," said the stout yeoman; "and, if sae should be that this be sae, if ye'll just gar your servant jow out the great bell in the tower, there's me, and my twa brothers, and little Davie of the Stenhouse, will be wi' you, wi' a' the power we can make, in the snapping of a flint." "Many thanks, Hobbie, answered Earnscliff; "but I hope we shall have no war of so unnatural and unchristian a kind in our time." “Hout, sir, hout," replied Elliot; "it wad be but a wee bit neighbour war, and Heaven and earth would make allowances for it in this uncultivated place-it's just the nature o' the folk and the land -we canna live quiet like Loudon folk-we haena sae muckle to do. It's impossible." "Well, Hobbie," said the Laird, " for one who believes so deeply as you do in supernatural appearances, I must own you take Heaven in your own hand rather audaciously, considering where we are walking." "What needs I care for the Mucklestane-Moor ony mair than ye do yoursell, Earnscliff?" said Hobbie, something offended; " to be sure, they do say there's a sort o' worricows and lang-nebbit things about the land, but what need I care for them? I hae a good conscience, and little to answer for, unless it be about a rant amang the lasses, or a splore at a fair, and that's no muckle to speak of. Though I say it mysell, I am as quiet a lad and as peaceable" "And Dick Turnbull's head that you broke, and Willie of Winton whom you shot at ?" said his travelling companion. "Hout, Earnscliff, ye keep a record of a' men's misdoings-Dick's head's healed again, and we're to fight out the quarrel at Jeddart, on the Roodday, so that's like a thing settled in a peaceable way; and then I am friends wi' Willie again, puir chield-it was but twa or three hail draps after a'. I wad let ony body do the like o't to me for a pint o' brandy. But Willie's lowland bred, poor fallow, and soon frighted for himsell-And, for the worricows, were we to meet ane on this very bit" "As is not unlikely," said young Earnscliff, "for there stands your old witch, Hobbie." "I say," continued Elliot, as if indignant at this hint" I say, if the auld carline hersell was to get up out o' the grund just before us here, I would think nae mair-But, gude preserve us, Earnscliff, what can yon be!” CHAPTER III. Brown Dwarf, that o'er the moorland strays, "The Brown Man of the Moor, that stays JOHN LEYDen. THE object which alarmed the young farmer in the middle of his valorous protestations, startled for a moment even his less prejudiced companion. The moon, which had arisen during their conversation, was, in the phrase of that country, wading or struggling with clouds, and shed only a doubtful and occasional light. By one of her beams, which streamed upon the great granite column to which they now approached, they discovered a form, apparently human, but of a size much less than ordinary, which moved slowly among the large grey stones, not like a person intending to journey onward, but with the slow, irregular, flitting movement of a being who hovers around some spot of melancholy recollection, uttering also, from time to time, a sort of indistinct muttering sound. This so much resembled his idea of the motions of an apparition, that Hobbie Elliot, making a dead pause, while his hair erected itself upon his scalp, whispered to his companion, "It's Auld Ailie hersell! Shall I gie her a shot, in the name of God?" "For Heaven's sake, no," said his companion, holding down the weapon which he was about to raise to the aim-" for Heaven's sake, no; it's some poor distracted creature." "Ye're distracted yoursell, for thinking of going so near to her," said Elliot, holding his companion in his turn, as he prepared to advance. "We'll aye hae time to pit ower a bit prayer (an I could but mind ane) afore she comes this length—God! she's in nae hurry," continued he, growing bolder from his companion's confidence, and the little notice the apparition seemed to take of them. "She hirples like a hen on a het girdle. I redd ye, Earnscliff," (this he added in a gentle whisper,) " let us take a cast about, as if to draw the wind on a buck -the bog is no abune knee-deep, and better a saft road as bad company."* Earnscliff, however, in spite of his companion's resistance and remonstrances, continued to advance on the path they had originally pursued, and soon confronted the object of their investigation. The height of the figure, which appeared even to decrease as they approached it, seemed to be under four feet, and its form, as far as the imperfect light afforded them the means of discerning, was very nearly as broad as long, or rather of a spherical shape, which could only be occasioned by some strange personal deformity. The young sportsman hailed this extraordinary appearance twice, without *The Scots use the epithet soft, in malam partem, in two cases, at least. A soft road, is a road through quagmire and bogs; and soft weather, signifies that which is very rainy. |