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from his infancy, and wished to awake from what seemed at the moment a dream, strange, horrible, and unnatural.'« Good God,” he thought, " am I then a traitor to my country, a renegade to my standard, and a foe, as that poor dying wretch expressed himself, to my native England! - Ere he could digest or smother the recollection, the tall military form of his late commander came full in View, for the purpose of reconnoitering. "I can hit him now," said Callum, cautiously raising his fusec over the wall under which he lay couched, scarce sixty yards distance, · Edward felt as if he were about to see a parricide committed in his presence, for the venerable grey hair and striking couna tenance of the veteran, recalled the almost. paternal respect with which his officers universally regarded him. But ere he could say “Hold” an aged Highlander, who lay beside Callum Beg, stopped his arm. “Spare your shot,” said the seer, “ his hour is not yet come. But let him
beware of to-morrow--I see his windingsheet high upon his breast.”
Callum, flint to other considerations, was penetrable to superstition. He turned pale at the words of the Taishatr, and recovered his piece. Colonel G--, unconscious of the danger he had escaped, 'turned his horse round, and rode slowly back to the front of his regiment. ',' - By this time the regular army had assumed a new line, with one flank inclined towards the sea, and the other resting upon the village of Preston; and, as similar difficulties occurred in attacking their new position, Fergus and the rest of the de. tachment were recalled to their former post. This alteration created the necessity of a corresponding change in General Cope's army, which was again brought into a line parallel with that of the Highlanders. In these manquvres on both sides the day-light was nearly consumed, and both armies prepared to rest upon
their arms for the night in the lines whichi they respectively occupied.
“There will be nothing done to-night,» said Fergus to his friend Waverley; "ere we wrap ourselves in our plaids, let us go see what the Baron is about in rear of the line."
When they approached his post, they found the good old careful officer, after having sent out his night patroles and posted his sentinels, engaged in reading the Evening Service of the Episcopal Church to the remainder of his troop. His voice was loud and sonorous, and though his spectacles upon his nose, and the ap. pearance of Sanders Sanderson, in military array, performing the functions of clerk; had something ludicrous, yet the circum stances of danger in which they stood, the military costume of the audience, and the appearance of their horses, saddled and picquetted behind them, gave an impres. sive and solemn effect to the office, of de votion. i.
“I have confessed to-day, ere you were awake,” whispered Fergus to Waverley, “ yet I am not so strict a catholic as to refuse to join in this good man's prayers." Edward assented, and they remained till the Baron had concluded the service. ...
As he shut the book, " Now, lads," said he," have at them in the morning with heavy hands and light consciences." He then kindly greeted Mac-Ivor and Waverley, who requested to know his opinion of their situation.: "Why; you know Tacitus saith, * In rebus bellicis marime dominatur Fortuna,' which is equiponderate with our vernacular adage, 'Luck can maist in the mellee.' But credit me, gentlemen, you man is not his craft's master. He damps the spirits of the poor lads he commands, by keeping them on the defensive, whilk of itself implies inferiority or fear. - Now will they lie on their arms yonder, as anxious and as ill at ease as a toad under a harrow, while our men will be quite fresh and blithe for action in the morning.
Well, good night-One thing troubles me, but if to-morrow goes well off, I will consult you about it, Glennaquoich."
“I could almost apply to Mr Bradwar: dine the character which Henry gives of Fluellen," said Waverley, as his friend and he walked towards their bivouac :
"Though it appears a little out of fashion, . . There is much care and valour in this Scotchmay.! »
* He has seen much service," answered Fergus, "and one is sometimes astonished to find how much nonsense and reason is mingled in his composition. I wonder what can be troubling his mind-probably something about Rose. ---Hark! the Eng lish are getting their wateh." . .: The roll of the drums and shrill accompaniment of the fifes swelled up the hill. died away-resumed its thunder-and was at length hushed. The trumpets and kettle-drums of the cavalry: were next-heard to perform the beautiful and wild point of