Love stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
Possibly the Black Colonel might have met his material troubles for a
while longer without having to fly from them, because he was full of
stratagems. But on the sentimental side he fell into an affair of much
sadness for a comely lady who, at her mid-age, should have known
better, though, indeed, the forties have their storms, like the sea
latitudes sailors call the "roaring forties." Delectable as detail
might be, and desirable to illumine what all befell, I must, for I am
no scandal-monger, be content to give you the romance and the tragedy
in three snatches of verse begotten by the same.
First, you must make what you like of--
"She kept him till mornin', then bade him begane,
And showed him the road that he might na be ta'en."
Next, you have the news let loose, for--
"Word went to the kitchen
An' word went to the ha'."
Finally, when my lord of the lady rides home from a far journey and
hears that news, and meets her, he goes red, wud mad and--
"O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth
And cherry were her cheeks;
And cleir, cleir was her yellow hair
Whereon the reid blude dreips."
There the Black Colonel had found a tangle which he could not cut
through, and he sought a side-way out. How he discovered it he was
good enough to inform me, though I had no claim to his confidence, in
an epistle drafted in his best style, which reached me at Corgarff,
hard on the tidings of what had made the necessity for it.
"To Captain Ian Gordon, for his privy knowledge only," it opened, and
it continued, in his usual, even manner, for, mind you, he had the
trick of writing, as well as the odd weakness towards it already
remarked on, all of which appears in what follows, so:
"It may oblige your calculations that I have a proposal through proper
channels to go on a special mission to New France, where a state of war
now exists between the British and the French. Ordinarily I should
have hesitated to take a step which would remove me, even for a time,
from my most particular affairs here, these being familiar to you.
"The offer is put to me, however, as part of earlier overtures in those
same affairs, and that recommends it. Moreover, there are urgent
private reasons, not here to be gone into, but perhaps to be j'aloused
by you, which favour an early change of air and scenery for yours
dutifully. Accordingly I am departing for North America by the first
government ship on to which I can be smuggled, that, as I grimly note,
being the elegant word used in a dispatch of instruction to my hand.
"You cannot fail to be curious as to the nature of my mission, and I
shall inform you thereon so far as its delicate nature permits. I am
offered by Government--your Government--a free pardon for the past and
a captain's commission in Fraser's Regiment of Highlanders, now in
Canada with General Wolfe, if I succeed in the undertaking which is
this . . . but its delicacy tries my power of pen.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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