The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Scottish Cavalier: An Historical Romance, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1649-1660 -- Fiction
A soldier approached. He was a white-haired veteran, who had looked
on many a battle-field, and speaking kindly to the desolate child, he
gently stirred the dead woman with his halberd.
"Is this thy mother, my puir bairn?" said he.
The child answered only by his tears, and hid his face in the grass.
"Come away with me, my little mannikin," continued the soldier, "for
thy mother hath gone to a better and bonnier place than this."
"Take me there too," sobbed the child, clinging to the soldier's
hand; "oh, take me there too."
"By my faith, little one, 'tis a march I am not prepared for yet--but
our parson will tell you all about it. Tush! I know the flams of
the drum better than how to expound the text; so come away, my puir
bairn; thy mother, God rest her, is in good hands, I warrant. Come
away; and rot me, if thou shalt want while old Willie Wemyss of the
Scots' Musqueteers, hath a bodle in his pouch, or a bannock in his
havresack."
By the good-hearted soldier he was carried away in a paroxysm of
childish grief and terror; and he saw his mother no more.
By the beauty of her person, the exceeding whiteness of her hands,
and a very valuable ring found with her, she was supposed to be of
higher rank than her peasant's attire indicated; and those apparent
proofs of a superior birth, the soldiers never omitted an opportunity
of impressing upon Walter as he grew older; and cited innumerable Low
Country legends and old Scottish traditions, wherein certain heroes
just so circumstanced, had become great personages in the end; and
Walter was taught to consider that there was no reason why he should
be an exception. But _who_ his mother was, had unfortunately
remained locked in her own breast; whether from excessive debility
and broken spirit she lacked strength to communicate with the other
captives, or whether she feared to do so, could not be known now; her
secret was buried with her, and thus a mystery was thrown over the
fortune of the little boy, which through life caused him to be
somewhat of a moody and reflective nature.
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