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
Our hero, feeling his curiosity considerably excited by the idea of
visiting the den of a Highland Cacus, took, however, the precaution to
inquire if his guide might be trusted. He was assured that the
invitation would on no account have been given had there been the least
danger, and that all he had to apprehend was a little fatigue; and, as
Evan proposed he should pass a day at his Chieftain's house in
returning, where he would be sure of good accommodation and an
excellent welcome, there seemed nothing very formidable in the task he
undertook. Rose, indeed, turned pale when she heard of it; but her
father, who loved the spirited curiosity of his young friend, did not
attempt to damp it by an alarm of danger which really did not exist,
and a knapsack, with a few necessaries, being bound on the shoulders of
a sort of deputy gamekeeper, our hero set forth with a fowling-piece in
his hand, accompanied by his new friend Evan Dhu, and followed by the
gamekeeper aforesaid, and by two wild Highlanders, the attendants of
Evan, one of whom had upon his shoulder a hatchet at the end of a pole,
called a Lochaber-axe, [Footnote: See Note 14] and the other a long
ducking-gun. Evan, upon Edward's inquiry, gave him to understand that
this martial escort was by no means necessary as a guard, but merely,
as he said, drawing up and adjusting his plaid with an air of dignity,
that he might appear decently at Tully-Veolan, and as Vich Ian Vohr's
foster-brother ought to do. 'Ah!' said he, 'if you Saxon duinhe-wassel
(English gentleman) saw but the Chief with his tail on!'
'With his tail on?' echoed Edward in some surprise.
'Yes--that is, with all his usual followers, when he visits those of
the same rank. There is,' he continued, stopping and drawing himself
proudly up, while he counted upon his fingers the several officers of
his chief's retinue; 'there is his hanchman, or right-hand man; then
his bard, or poet; then his bladier, or orator, to make harangues to
the great folks whom he visits; then his gilly-more, or armour-bearer,
to carry his sword and target, and his gun; then his gilly-casfliuch,
who carries him on his back through the sikes and brooks; then his
gilly-comstrian, to lead his horse by the bridle in steep and difficult
paths; then his gilly-trushharnish, to carry his knapsack; and the
piper and the piper's man, and it may be a dozen young lads beside,
that have no business, but are just boys of the belt, to follow the
Laird and do his honour's bidding.'
'And does your Chief regularly maintain all these men?' demanded
Waverley.
'All these?' replied Evan; 'ay, and many a fair head beside, that would
not ken where to lay itself, but for the mickle barn at Glennaquoich.'
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