There was something in the coming sound of that tumult unlike the noise of any other multitude;--ever and anon a feeble shouting, and then the roll of a drum; but the general sough was a murmur of horror followed by a rushing as if the people were scared by some dreadful sight. The noise grew louder and nearer, and hoarse bursts of aversion and anger, mingled with lamentations, were distinctly heard. Every one in the prison pressed to the window, wondering what hideous procession could occasion the expression of such contrarious feelings in the populace, and all eager to catch a glimpse of the dismal pageant, expecting that it was some devoted victim, who, according to the practice of the time, was treated as a sentenced criminal, even as he was conveyed to his trial. "What do you see?" said I to one of the prisoners, who clung to the bars of iron with which the window near where I stood was grated, and who thereby saw farther down the street. "I can see but the crowd coming," said he, "and every one is looking as if he grewed at something not yet in sight." At that moment, and while he was speaking, there was a sudden silence in the street. "What has happened?" said one of the sufferers near me: my heart beat so wildly that I would not myself inquire. "They have stopped," was the answer; "but now they come. I see the magistrates. Their guard is before them,--the provost is first--they are coming two and two--and they look very sorrowful." "Are there but the magistrates?" said I, making an effort to press in closer to the window. "Aye, now it is at hand," said the man who was clinging to the grating of the window. "The soldiers are marching on each side--I see the prisoners;--their hands are tied behind, ilk loaded wi' a goad of iron--they are bareheaded--ane--twa--three--four--five--they are five fatherly-looking men." "They are Cameronians," said I, somewhat released, I know not wherefore, unless it was because he spoke of no youth being among them. "Hush!" said he, "here is another--He is on horseback--I see the horse's head--Oh! the sufferer is an old grey-headed minister--his head is uncovered--he is placed with his face to the horse's tail--his hands are tied, and his feet are fastened with a rope beneath the horse's belly.--Hush! they are passing under the window." At that moment a shriek of horror rose from all then looking out, and every one recoiled from the window. In the same instant a bloody head on a halbert was held up to us.--I looked--I saw the ghastly features, and I would have kissed those lifeless lips; for, O! they were my son's. CHAPTER LXXXI