Annie had supposed that her life would be almost as quiet an one as it
used to be when the minister and his family were gone. Lady Carse was
her neighbour, to be sure; but every day showed more and more that even
to such restless beings as Lady Carse, a time of quiet must come. Her
health and strength had been wasting for some months, and now a change
came over her visibly from week to week. She rarely moved many yards
from the house, spending hours of fine weather in lying on the grass
looking over the sea; and when confined to the house by the cold, in
dozing on the settle.
This happened just when her prison was, as it were, thrown open, or, at
least, much less carefully guarded than ever before. Prince Charlie's
successes were so great as to engross all minds in this region, and
almost throughout the whole of the kingdom. Wherever the Macdonalds and
the Macleods had influence, there was activity, day and night. Every
man in either clan, every youth capable of bearing arms, was raised and
drilled, and held in readiness to march, as soon as arms should be
provided by the government.
Annie had many anxieties about Rollo,--many feelings of longing and
dread to hear where he was, and what he was doing. The first good news
she had was that of the whole population of Skye and the neighbouring
islands, not one man had joined the Pretender. The news was carefully
spread, in order that it might produce its effect on any waverers, that
Sir Alexander Macdonald had written to Lord President Forbes that not
one man under him or Macleod had joined the Pretender's army; and that
he should soon be ready to march a force of several hundred men, if arms
could be sent or provided for them against their arrival at Inverness.
Meantime, no day passed without the men being collected in parties, and
exercised with batons, in the absence of fire-arms. Rollo came to the
very first drill which took place on the island; and great was his
mother's relief; and great the satisfaction with which she made haste to
equip him, according to her small means, for a march to Inverness.
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