Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"'Is not yon a light, sir?' exclaimed my servant. 'See! it is very high
up.'
"I looked up, and certainly there was a light; but from what it
proceeded I could not conjecture. It could hardly be from a house, as it
was too much elevated. I desired my servant to follow, and we made for
the mysterious place, which was with some difficulty reached; and where,
to our infinite dismay, in place of finding ourselves in the vicinity of
a house, we discovered that we were at the foot of a tremendous
precipice, and the light that had guided us was still glimmering at an
apparently inaccessible height above our heads.
"In this state of desperation, we hallooed, and made as much noise as
possible, and were speedily answered by a human voice, inquiring why we
made such a disturbance, and what we wanted. I answered,
"'Shelter for the night, and food; for we are nearly dead from hunger.'
"To this no reply was made for a few moments, when a voice again
answered,
"'Remain where you are, and I will descend and remove you from this
place of danger.'
"A man then descended from the rocks, and desired us to follow him,
which we did, with some reluctance, more especially as we were compelled
to leave our horses below.
"'Never mind the cattle; they will be taken good care of,' said our
conductor, laying especial emphasis on the word 'good.'
"I must confess I did not feel by any means comfortable. But what was to
be done? Starvation stared us in the face, and the danger of perishing
by cold, or by falling into some of the deep ravines that lay about us,
was but too probable; so I mustered up all my courage, and followed my
unknown guide, who led me, by a very precipitous and dangerous path, to
a large cavity in the centre of the rock. My servant came last; and,
when we reached the place of our destination, we beheld a vast pile of
faggots lighted up in the middle of a prodigious vacuity. The warmth, as
you may readily suppose, was very grateful to two travellers benumbed by
cold; and, while we were standing by the fire, the guide suddenly
disappeared, but returned, some few minutes afterwards, from some
concealed part of the subterranean habitation, with above fifty armed
men.
"At such a very unexpected, not to say disagreeable, spectacle, in
circumstances otherwise sufficiently alarming, both myself and servant
felt no small degree of fear. Our trepidation was observed; and one of
the number, who seemed to have the command of the rest of the band,
addressed me to the following purport:--
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