The Dominie and I undertook the more uncertain work, but we had made our
plans and were not to be put off. The neighbourhood of the Benane was
well known to all that trafficked about the town of Girvan. It was a
dangerous and an ill-famed place, and many innocent people had very
mysteriously lost their lives there, or at least disappeared to return
no more. In order, therefore, that we might be more free to pursue our
wanderings, we left our horses behind us. Indeed, Dom Nicholas was even
now cropping the sweet grasses on the side of the Minnoch water, with my
father to show him where they grew thickest and my mother to give him
oats between times, till the brave beast was in some danger of being
overfed.
As we neared Girvan, we came into a country of the bitterest partizans
of the Bargany folk. Here dwelt James Bannatyne of Chapeldonnan, one of
the great intimates of John Mure, and much beholden to him. Here also
was Girvan Mains, over the possession of which much of the black blood
had arisen. So, for our safety, we gave ourselves out to be plain
merchants travelling to Stranrawer in order to get a passage over to
Ireland.
When we came to the farmhouses where we were to stay for the night, we
always asked of the good man, in the hearing of his wife, concerning the
state of the country. Was it peaceful? Were the bloody feuds staunched,
and could honest men now live in peace? We heard, as was natural, a
great deal of abuse of the Earl and of our faction, as the greediest and
worst-intentioned rascals in the world. That from the goodman; but when
the wife got her tongue started, she would tell us much that was no
credit to Drummurchie and others on the side of the murderers. Soon we
were fully certified that we were already in the country where
Drummurchie and Cloncaird and the rest of their party were being
secretly sustained by their friends. Yet we could not come at them,
which perhaps was as well, seeing that my person was well known to them.
I found the little Dominie a right brave companion. When we sojourned at
houses, he had a way with the bairns that kept them on the trot to do
his will, and pleasured to do it—a manner also of cross-questioning the
parents about their children which showed them his interest and his
knowledge. Then he would most wisely and soberly advise them to see and
give this lad Alec a good education, to make that one a merchant because
of his cleverness with figures, and this a dominie or a clerk, because
he did not give promise of being fit for anything else. It was as good
as a play to hear him, and made us much thought of whereever we went.
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