THE friendly outlaw, now taking me by the arm, conducted me into the interior of the hut. My eyes roved round its smoky recesses in quest of Diana and her companion, but they were nowhere to be seen, and I felt as if to make inquiries might betray some secret motives which were best concealed. The only known countenance upon which my eyes rested was that of the bailie, who, seated on a stool by the fireside, received, with a sort of reserved dignity, the welcomes of Rob Roy, the apologies which he made for his indifferent accommodation, and his inquiries after his health.

"I am pretty weel, kinsman," said the bailie-" indifferent weel, I thank ye; and for accommodations ane canna expect to carry about the Saut Market at his tail, as a snail does his caup; and I am blythe that ye hae gotten out o' the hands o' your unfreends."

"Weel, weel, then," answered Roy, "what is't ails ye, man ?-a's weel that ends weel!-the warld will last our day. Come, tak a cup of

brandy-your father the deacon could tak ane at an orra time."

"It might be he might do sae, Robin, after fatigue. Whilk has been my lot mair ways then ane this day. But," he continued, slowly filling up a little wooden stoup which might hold about three glasses, "he was a moderate man of his bicker, as I am mysell. Here's wussing health to ye, Robin (a sip), and your weelfare here and hereafter (another taste); and also to my cousin Helen-and to your twa hopefu' lads, of whom mair anon."

So saying, he drank up the contents of the cup with great gravity and deliberation, while Macgregor winked aside to me, as if in ridicule of the air of wisdom and superior authority which the bailie assumed towards him in their intercourse, and which he exercised when Rob was at the head of his armed clan, in full as great, or a greater degree, than when he was at the bailie's mercy in the Tolbooth of Glasgow. It seemed to me that Macgregor wished me, as a stranger, to understand, that if he submitted to the tone which his kinsman assumed, it was partly out of deference to the rights of hospitality, but still more for the jest's sake.

As the Bailie set down his cup, he recognised me, and giving me a

cordial welcome on my return, he waived further communication with me

for the present.

"I will speak to your matters anon; I maun begin, as in reason, wi’ those of my kinsman. I presume, Robin, there's naebody here will carry aught o' what I am gaun to say to the Town Council, or elsewhere, to my prejudice or to yours?"

"Make yourself easy on that head, cousin Nicol," answered Macgregor; "the tae half of the gillies winna ken what ye say, and the tother winna care-besides that, I wad stow the tongue out o' the head o' ony o' them that suld presume to say ower again ony speech held wi' me in their presence."

"Aweel, cousin, sic being the case, and Mr. Osbaldistone here being a prudent youth and a safe friend-I'se plainly tell ye, ye are breeding up your family to gang an ill gate." Then, clearing his voice with a preliminary "hem," he addressed his kinsman, checking, as Malvolio proposed to do when seated in his state, his familiar smile with an austere regard of control-"Ye ken yoursell ye haud light by the law-and for my cousin Helen, forbye that her reception o' me this blessed day-whilk I excuse on account of perturbation of mind, was muckle on the north side o' friendly, I say (outputting this personal reason of complaint) I hae that to say o' your wife

"Say nothing of her, kinsman," said Rob, in a grave and stern tone, “but what is befitting a friend to say and her husband to hear. Of me you are welcome to say your full pleasure."

Aweel, aweel," said the bailie, somewhat disconcerted, "we'se let that be a passover-I dinna approve of making mischief in families. But here are your twa sons, Hamish and Robin, whilk signifies, as I'm gi'en to understand, James and Robert-I trust ye will call them sae in future-there comes nae gude o' Hamishes, and Eachines, and Anguses except that they're the names ane aye chances to see in the indictments at the Western Circuits for cow-lifting, at the instance of his Majesty's Advocate for his Majesty's interest. Aweel; but the twa lads, as I was saying, they haena say muckle as the ordinar grunds, man, of liberal education—they dinna ken the very multiplication table itself, whilk is the root o' a' useful knowledge, and they did naething but laugh and fleer at me when I tauld them my mind on their ignorance. It's my belief they can neither read, write, nor cipher-if sic a thing could be believed o' ane's ain connections in a Christian land!"

"If they could, kinsman," said Macgregor, with great indifference, "their learning must have come o' free will, for war the deil was I to get them a teacher? Wad ye hae had me put on the gate o' your Divinity Hall at Glasgow College, 'Wanted, a tutor for Rob Roy's bairns'?"

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Na, kinsman,” replied Mr. Jarvie ; "but ye might hae sent the lads whar they could hae learned the fear o' God, and the usages of civilized creatures. They are as ignorant as the kyloes ye used to drive to market, or the very English churls that ye sauld them to, and can do naething whatever to purpose."

"Umph!" answered Rob; "Hamish can bring doun a blackcock when he's on the wing wi' a single bullet, and Rob can drive a dirk through a twa-inch board."

"Sae muckle the waur for them, cousin!-sae muckle the waur for them baith!" answered the Glasgow merchant, in a tone of great decision; "an they ken naething better than that they had better no ken that neither. Tell me yoursell, Rob, what has a' this cutting and stabbing, and shooting, and driving of dirks, whether through human flesh or fir deals, dune for yoursell? and werena ye a happier man at the tail o' your nowte-bestial, when ye were in an honest calling, than ever ye hae been since, at the head o' your Hieland kernes and gallyglasses.

I observed that Macgregor, while his well-meaning kinsman spoke to him in this manner, turned and writhed his body like a man who indeed suffers pain, but is determined no groan shall escape his lips; and I longed for an opportunity to interrupt the well-meant, but, as it was obvious to me, quite mistaken strain, in which Jarvie addressed this extraordinary person. The dialogue, however, came to an end without my interference.

"And sae," said the bailie, “ I hae been thinking, Rob, that as it may be ye are ower deep in the black book to win a pardon, and ower auld to mend yoursell, that it wad be a pity to bring up twa hopefu' lads to sic a godless trade as you're in, and I wad blithely tak them for 'prentices at the loɔm as I began mysell, and my father the deacon afore me, though, praise to the Giver, I only trade now as wholesale dealer. And-and

"

He saw a storm gathering on Rob's brow, which probably induced him to throw in, as a sweetener of an obnoxious proposition, what he had reserved to crown his own generosity, had it been embraced as an acceptable one. "And, Robin, lad, ye needna look sae glum, for I'll pay the 'prentice-fee, and never plague ye for the thousand merks neither!" "Ceade millia diaoul-hundred thousand devils!" exclaimed Rob, rising and striding though the hut. "My sons weavers !—millia molligheart!-but I wad see every loom in Glasgow, beam, traddles, and shuttles, burnt in hell-fire sooner!"

With some difficulty I made the bailie, who was preparing a reply, comprehend the risk and impropriety of pressing our host on this topic, and in a minute he recovered, or reassumed his serenity of temper.

"But ye mean weel-ye mean weel," said he; "so gie me your hand, Nicol. And if ever I put my sons apprentice, I will gie you the refusal o' them. And, as you say, there's the thousand merks to be settled between us-here, Eachin MacAnaleister, bring me my sporran.” ·

The person he addressed, a tall, strong mountaineer who seemed to act as Macgregor's lieutenant, brought from some place of safety a large leathern pouch, such as the Highlanders of rank wear before them when in full dress, made of the skin of the sea-otter, richly garnished with silver ornaments and studs.

"I advise no man to attempt opening this sporran till he has my secret," said Rob Roy; and then twisting one button in one direction, and another in another, pulling one stud upward, and pressing another downward, the mouth of the purse, which was bound with massive silver plate, opened, and gave admittance to his hand. He made me remark, as if to break short the subject on which Bailie Jarvie had spoken, that a small steel pistol was concealed within the purse, the trigger of which was connected with the mounting, and made part of the machinery, so that the weapon would certainly be discharged, and in all probability its contents lodged in the person of any one who, being unacquainted with the secret, should tamper with the lock which secured his treasure. "This," said he, touching the pistol-"this is the keeper of my privy purse."

The simplicity of the contrivance to secure a furred pouch, which could have been ripped open without any attempt on the spring, reminded me of the verses in the "Odyssey," where Ulysses, in a yet ruder age, is content to secure his property by casting a curious and involved complication of cordage around the sea-chest in which it was deposited.

The bailie put on his spectacles to examine the mechanism, and when he had done, returned it with a smile and a sigh, observing, "Ah, Rob! had ither folks' purses been as weel guarded, I doubt if your sporran wad hae been as weel filled as it kythes to be by the weight."

"Never mind, kinsman,” said Rob, laughing; "it will aye open for a friend's necessity, or to pay a just due; and here,” he added, pulling out a rouleau of gold, “here is your ten hundred merks; count them, and see that you are full and justly paid."

Mr. Jarvie took the money in silence, and weighing it in his hand for an instant, laid it on the table, and replied, "Rob, I canna tak it. I douna intromit with it-there can nae gude come o't. I hae seen ower weel the day what sort of a gate your gowd is made in—ill-got gear ne'er prospered; and, to be plain wi' you, I winna meddle wi't. It looks as there might be bluid on't.”

"Trontsho!" said the outlaw, affecting an indifference which perhaps he did not altogether feel; "it's gude French gowd, and ne'er was in Scotchman's pouch before mine. Look at them, man-they are a' louis-d'ors, bright and bonny as the day they were coined."

"The waur, the waur-just sae muckle the waur, Robin," replied the bailie, averting his eyes from the money, though, like Cæsar on the Lupercal, his fingers seemed to itch for it. "Rebellion is waur than witchcraft, or robbery either! there's gospel warrant for't."

"Never mind the warrant, kinsman," said the freebooter; "you come by the gowd honestly, and in payment of a just debt. It came from the one king, you may gie it to the other if ye like; and it will just serve for a weakening of the enemy, and in the point where puir King James is weakest too-for, God knows, he has hands and hearts eneugh, but I doubt he wants the siller."

"He'll no get money Hielanders then, Robin," said Mr. Jarvie, as,

again replacing his spectacles on his nose, he undid the rouleau, and began to count its contents.

"Nor Lowlanders neither," said Macgregor, arching his eyebrows, and, as he looked at me, directing a glance towards Mr. Jarvie, who, all unconscious of the ridicule, weighed each piece with habitual scrupulosity; and having told twice over the sum, which amounted to the discharge of his debt, principal and interest, he returned three pieces to buy his kinswoman a gown, as he expressed himself, and a brace more for the twa bairns, as he called them, requesting they might buy anything they liked with them-except gunpowder.

The Highlander stared at his kinsman's unexpected generosity, but courteously accepted his gift, which he deposited for the time in his wellsecured pouch.

The bailie next produced the original bond for the debt, on the back of which he had written a formal discharge, which, having subscribed himself, he requested me to sign as a witness. I did so, and Bailie Jarvie was looking anxiously around for another, the Scottish law requiring the subscription of two witnesses to validate either a bond or acquittance.

"You will hardly find a man that can write, save ourselves, within these three miles," said Rob; "but I'll settle the matter as easily." And taking the paper from before his kinsman, he threw it in the fire.

Bailie Jarvie stared in his turn, but his kinsman continued— "That's a Hieland settlement of accounts. The time might come, cousin, were I to keep a' these charges and discharges, that friends might be brought into trouble for having dealt with me."