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 boat now neared the shore, and Edward could discover that this
large fire, amply supplied with branches of pine-wood by two figures,
who, in the red reflection of its light, appeared like demons, was
kindled in the jaws of a lofty cavern, into which an inlet from the
lake seemed to advance; and he conjectured, which was indeed true, that
the fire had been lighted as a beacon to the boatmen on their return.
They rowed right for the mouth of the cave, and then, shifting their
oars, permitted the boat to enter in obedience to the impulse which it
had received. The skiff passed the little point or platform of rock on
which the fire was blazing, and running about two boats' lengths
farther, stopped where the cavern (for it was already arched overhead)
ascended from the water by five or six broad ledges of rock, so easy
and regular that they might be termed natural steps. At this moment a
quantity of water was suddenly flung upon the fire, which sunk with a
hissing noise, and with it disappeared the light it had hitherto
afforded. Four or five active arms lifted Waverley out of the boat,
placed him on his feet, and almost carried him into the recesses of the
cave. He made a few paces in darkness, guided in this manner; and
advancing towards a hum of voices, which seemed to sound from the
centre of the rock, at an acute turn Donald Bean Lean and his whole
establishment were before his eyes.
The interior of the cave, which here rose very high, was illuminated by
torches made of pine-tree, which emitted a bright and bickering light,
attended by a strong though not unpleasant odour. Their light was
assisted by the red glare of a large charcoal fire, round which were
seated five or six armed Highlanders, while others were indistinctly
seen couched on their plaids in the more remote recesses of the cavern.
In one large aperture, which the robber facetiously called his SPENCE
(or pantry), there hung by the heels the carcasses of a sheep, or ewe,
and two cows lately slaughtered. The principal inhabitant of this
singular mansion, attended by Evan Dhu as master of the ceremonies,
came forward to meet his guest, totally different in appearance and
manner from what his imagination had anticipated. The profession which
he followed, the wilderness in which he dwelt, the wild warrior forms
that surrounded him, were all calculated to inspire terror. From such
accompaniments, Waverley prepared himself to meet a stern, gigantic,
ferocious figure, such as Salvator would have chosen to be the central
object of a group of banditti. [Footnote: See Note 15.]
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