Bonnie Prince Charlie : a Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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presently. First let me lay him down on that settle, for the poor little
chap is fast asleep and dead tired out. Elspeth, roll up my cloak and make a pillow for him. That's right, he will do nicely now. You are changed less than any of us, Elspeth. Just as hard to look at, and, I doubt not, just as soft at heart as you used to be when you tried to shield me when I got into scrapes. And now to supper." Little was said during the meal; fortunately the table was bounteously spread, for the newcomer's appetite was prodigious; but at last he was satisfied, and after a long drink at the horn beside him, which Elspeth had kept filled with ale, he said: "There's nothing like a Scottish meal after all, Andrew. French living is well enough for a time, but one tires of it; and many a time when I have been lying down supperless on the sod, after marching and fighting the whole day, I have longed for a bowl of porridge and a platter well filled with oatmeal cakes." Supper over, John and the apprentices retired. Elspeth went off to prepare the guest's chamber and to make up a little bed for the child. "Now, brother, let us hear your story; but, first of all, perhaps you want to light your pipe?" "That do I," Malcolm replied, "if Mistress Janet has no objection thereto." "She is accustomed to it," the bailie said, answering for her. "I smoke myself; I deem that tobacco, like other things, was given for our use, and methinks that with a pipe between the lips men's brains work more |
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