The Men of the Moss-Hags: Being a history of adventure taken from the papers of William Gordon of Earlstoun in GallowayCrockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
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The Men of the Moss-Hags: Being a history of adventure taken from the papers of William Gordon of Earlstoun in Galloway
Crockett, S. R. (Samuel Rutherford)
Covenanters -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 17th century -- Fiction
I said not a word, but only gently clapped and stroked her hand and arm.
For indeed I knew not what to say and the hand was near me.
"He saved me--he took me," she cried. "Then he gied himsel' for
another."
I thought she meant for the soldier laddie, but still I said nothing,
soothing her only.
It was coming now. I saw that she wanted to tell me all. So I said
nothing.
"It was in the gloaming, as it is now," she began, "and my sweet lass,
Margaret Wilson and I, had gone ower by to Tonskeen for some victual
that the kind guidwife hid every day in a hollow of the turf-dyke for
us. And as we came over the hilltop we heard the baying of hounds. But
we thought that it would be but the herd's dogs at a collie-shangie,
tearing at one another. So we came down the hill, stepping lightly as we
could with our load, when of a sudden there leapt on us three evil men.
Two of them took hold of me by the arms, and one gripped at Margaret.
"'Now take us to your faither, my bonny woman, or it will be the waur
for ye!' said the greatest in stature, a black-a-vised, ill-natured
rascal.
"But I was so astonished that I knew not what to say. The three were
manifestly no soldiers--that I could see at once--but just the scourings
of the Dumfries stables, that had taken to the informer's trade.
"Then when we came near, we saw that a great number of the crew had
dogs, and were drawing the rocks for my father, as though they had been
drawing a badger. And my heart leapt with anger to know that he was
their quarry."
But the mouth of the cave was too high among the rocks for even a dog to
get into at that time.
Indeed, there is something about it, whether the smell of the occupancy
of man or not, that makes dogs not keen to enter it even now.
And this was the matter of Maisie's tale. I give it simply as she told
it to me without "he-saids" or "she-saids."
She was sitting close by my side the while, now stilling her sobs that
she might tell it exactly, and anon weeping freely upon my shoulder that
her heart might have ease.
"When they had brought us by force to the face of rock and copse where,
as you know, the cave is," Maisie went on, "they asked us again and
again to take them to the Whigs' hiding-place. When we refused they
uttered the most horrid threatenings, swearing what things should befall
us. But they were not able at all to shake us, though we were but two
maids and at their cruel will. And of themselves they were not able to
find the mouth of the cave in that mile of tangled gairy face.
"So the cruellest and fiercest of all, the stark, black-a-vised man whom
they called Mardrochat, the same that stopped us by the ford when first
we fled from Balmaghie----"
"O cursed Mardrochat," I cried, striking my hands together, "wait till I
come to a settlement with you!"
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