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There was, at this period, employed as a riding officer or supervisor, in that part of the country, a certain Francis Kennedy, already named in our narrative; a stout, resolute, and active man, who had made seizures to a great amount, and was proportionally hated by those who had an interest in the fair-trade, as they called these contraband adventurers. This person was natural son to a gentleman of good family, owing to which circumstance, and to his being of a jolly convivial disposition, and singing a good song, he was admitted to the occasional society of the gentlemen of the country, and was a member of several of their clubs for practising athletic games, at which he was particularly expert.}
At Ellangowan, Kennedy was a frequent and always an acceptable guest. His vivacity relieved Mr Bertram of the trouble of thought, and the labour which it cost him to support a detailed communication of ideas; while the daring and dangerous exploits which he had undertaken
in the discharge of his office, formed excellent conversation. To all these revenue adventures did the Laird of Ellangowan seriously incline, and the amusement which he derived from his society formed an excellent reason for counte. nancing and assisting the narrator in the execution of his invidious and hazardous duty.
“ Frank Kennedy," he said, “ was a gentleman, though on the wrang side of the blanket-he was connected with the family of Ellangowan through the house of Glengubble. The last Laird of Glengubble would have brought the estate into the Ellangowan line; but happening to go to Harrigate, he there met with Miss Jean Hadaway--by the bye, the Green Dragon at Harrigate is the best house of the twa -but for Frank Kennedy, he's in one sense a gentleman born, and it's a shame not to support him against these blackguard smugglers.”
After this league had taken place ben
tween judgment and execution, it chan. ced that Captain. Dirk Hatteraick had landed a cargo of spirits, and other con, traband goods, upon the beach not far from Ellangowan, and, confiding in the indifference with which the Laird had formerly regarded similar infractions of the law, he was neither very anxious to conceal nor to expedite the transaction. The consequence was, that Mr Frank Kennedy, armed with a warrant from Ellangowan, and supported by some of the Laird's people who knew the country, and by a party of military, poured down upon the kegs, bales, and bags, and, after a desperate affray, in which severe wounds were given and received, succeeded in clapping the broad arrow upon the articles, and bearing them off in triumph to the next custom-house. Dirk Hatteraick vowed, in Dutch, German, and English, a deep and full revenge, both against the gauger and his abettors; and all who knew him thought it likely he would keep his word.
A few days after the departure of the gypsey tribe, Mr Bertram asked his lady one morning at breakfast, whether this was not little Harry's birth-day?
" Five years auld exactly, this blessed day,” answered the lady ; " so we may look into the English gentleman's paper.
Mr Bertram liked to show his authority in trifles. “No, my dear, not till to-morrow. The last time I was at quarter ses. sions the sheriff told us, that dies--that dies inceptus~in short, you don't understand Latin, but it means that a term day is not begun till it's ended.”
“That sounds like nonsense, my dear."
“ May be so, my dear ; but it may be very good law for all that. I am sure, speaking of term days, I wish, as Frank Kennedy says, that Whitsunday would kill Martinmas, and be hanged for the murder-for there. I have got a letter about that interest of Jenny Cairns's, and deil a tenant's been at the Place yet wi'a boddle of rent,--nor will not till Can.
dlemas—but, speaking of Frank Kennedy, I dare say he'll be here the day, for he was away round to Wigton to warn a king's ship that's lying in the bay about Dirk Hatteraick's lugger being on the coast again, and he'll be back this day; so we'll have a bottle of claret, and drink little Harri's lealth."
"I wish,” replied the lady, “Frank Kennedy would let Dirk Hatteraick alane.-What needs he make himself mair busy than other folk?-Cannot he sing his sang, and take his drink, and draw his salary like Collector Snail, honest man, that never fashes ony body : And I wonder at you, Laird, for meddling and makingDid we ever want to send for tea or bran. dy frae the Borough-town, when Dirk Hatteraick used to come quietly into the bay ?*
" Mrs Bertram, you know nothing of these matters. Do you think it becomes a magistrate to let his own house be made a receptacle for smuggled goods ? Frank Kennedy will shew you the penalties in