Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — CompleteScott, Walter
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Waverley; or, 'Tis sixty years since — Complete
Scott, Walter
Historical fiction; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Fiction; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
The Bailie, who by no means relished these warlike counsels, here
pulled forth an immense watch, of the colour, and nearly of the size,
of a pewter warming-pan, and observed it was now past noon, and that
the Caterans had been seen in the pass of Ballybrough soon after
sunrise; so that, before the allied forces could assemble, they and
their prey would be far beyond the reach of the most active pursuit,
and sheltered in those pathless deserts, where it was neither advisable
to follow, nor indeed possible to trace them.
This proposition was undeniable. The council therefore broke up without
coming to any conclusion, as has occurred to councils of more
importance; only it was determined that the Bailie should send his own
three milkcows down to the mains for the use of the Baron's family, and
brew small ale, as a substitute for milk, in his own. To this
arrangement, which was suggested by Saunderson, the Bailie readily
assented, both from habitual deference to the family, and an internal
consciousness that his courtesy would, in some mode or other, be repaid
tenfold.
The Baron having also retired to give some necessary directions,
Waverley seized the opportunity to ask, whether this Fergus, with the
unpronounceable name, was the chief thief-taker of the district?
'Thief-taker!' answered Rose, laughing; 'he is a gentleman of great
honour and consequence, the chieftain of an independent branch of a
powerful Highland clan, and is much respected, both for his own power
and that of his kith, kin, and allies.'
'And what has he to do with the thieves, then? Is he a magistrate, or
in the commission of the peace?' asked Waverley.
'The commission of war rather, if there be such a thing,' said Rose;
'for he is a very unquiet neighbour to his unfriends, and keeps a
greater following on foot than many that have thrice his estate. As to
his connection with the thieves, that I cannot well explain; but the
boldest of them will never steal a hoof from any one that pays
black-mail to Vich lan Vohr.'
'And what is black-mail?'
'A sort of protection-money that Low-Country gentlemen and heritors,
lying near the Highlands, pay to some Highland chief, that he may
neither do them harm himself, nor suffer it to be done to them by
others; and then if your cattle are stolen, you have only to send him
word, and he will recover them; or it may be, he will drive away cows
from some distant place, where he has a quarrel, and give them to you
to make up your loss.' [Footnote: See note 13.]
'And is this sort of Highland Jonathan Wild admitted into society, and
called a gentleman?'
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