The chief magistrate of Glasgow, who led the party of horsemen on the
present occasion, was Sir Robert Lindsay of Dunrod--a powerful and
wealthy baron of the neighbourhood, who had been chosen to that
appointment, as all chief magistrates were chosen in those wild and
turbulent times, on account of his ability to protect the inhabitants
from those insults and injuries to which they were constantly liable
at the hands of unprincipled power, and from which the laws were too
feeble to shield them.
And to better hands than those of Sir Robert Lindsay, who was a man
of bold and determined character, the welfare of the city and the
safety of the citizens could not have been entrusted.
In return for the honour conferred on him, and the confidence reposed
in him, he watched over the interests of the city with the utmost
vigilance. But it was not to the general interest alone that he
confined the benefits of his guardianship. Individuals, also, who
were wronged, or threatened to be wronged, found in him a ready and
efficient protector, let the oppressor or wrongdoer be whom he might.
Having given this brief sketch of the leader of the cavalcade, we
resume the detail of its proceedings.
Holding on its way in a south-easterly direction, the party soon
reached and passed Rutherglen Bridge; the road connecting Hamilton
with Glasgow being then on the south side of the Clyde. But a little
way farther had they proceeded, when the faint sound of a bugle was
heard, coming apparently from a considerable distance.
"There he comes at last," said Sir David Lindsay, suddenly checking
his I horse to await the coming up of his party, of which he had been
riding a little way in advance, immersed in a brown study. "There he
comes at last," he exclaimed, recalled from his reverie by the sound
of the bugle. "Look to your paces gentlemen, and let us show some
order and regularity as well as respect."
Obeying this hint, the horsemen, who had been before jogging along in
a confused and careless manner, now drew together into a closer body;
the laggards coming forward, and those in advance holding back.
In this order, with the Provost at their head, the party continued to
move slowly onwards; but they had not done so for many minutes, when
they descried, at the farther extremity of a long level reach of the
road, a numerous party of horse approaching at a rapid, ambling pace,
and seemingly straining hard to keep up with one who rode a little
way in their front.
The contrast between this party and the Provost's was striking enough.
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