Great Britain -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Then when he could no longer make resistance, and bullets were
pattering around him like hail, and his cheek was bleeding with a deep
wound, his spirit seemed to rise the higher. For, shouting out taunts
to his opponents, he broke into a song, keeping time all the while with
the thrusts of his sword. Then bowing gallantly, and saluting with his
blade his ring of foes, he sheathed his weapon, and joining his hands
above his head, dived sheer and straight into the river, and, swimming
easily, reached the French lines. At the sight those of his own side
cheered, and even our men, whom he had so tricked, could scarce keep
from joining.
"Touching the editions which you desired, I have given orders to the
bookseller on the quay at Rotterdam to send them to you. I shall be
glad, indeed, to give you my poor advice on the difficult matters you
speak of, if you will do me the return favour of reading through my
excursus to Longinus, and giving me your veracious opinion. Of this I
send you a copy.
"As regards the Scot I have already spoken of, I may mention for your
satisfaction that in person he was tall and thin, with black hair, and
the most bronzed skin I have ever seen on a man...."
When I read this letter to Marjory, her eyes were filled with tears, and
for myself I would speak to no one on that day.
CHAPTER IX
THE END OF ALL THINGS
I am writing the last words of this tale in my house of Barns after many
years have come and gone since the things I wrote of. I am now no more
young, and my wife is no more a slim maid, but a comely woman. The years
have been years of peace and some measure of prosperity. Here in
Tweeddale life runs easily and calm. Our little country matters are all
the care we know, and from the greater world beyond there comes only
chance rumours of change and vexation. Yet the time has not been idle,
for I have busied myself much with study and the care of the land. Many
have sought to draw me out to politics and statecraft, but I have ever
resisted them, for after all what are these things of such importance
that for them a man should barter his leisure and piece of mind? So I
have even stayed fast in this pleasant dale, and let the bustle and
clamour go on without my aid.
It is true that more than once I have made journeys even across the
water, and many times to London, on matters of private concern. It was
during one of these visits to Flanders that I first learned the
importance of planting wood on land, and resolved to make trial on my
own estate. Accordingly I set about planting on Barns, and now have
clothed some of the barer spaces of the hills with most flourishing
plantations of young trees, drawn in great part from the woods of
Dawyck. I can never hope to reap the benefit of them myself, but haply
my grandchildren will yet bless me, when they find covert and shade
where before was only a barren hillside.
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