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gossip with, the wayfarers, while ostlers, grooms, and || hotel, overlooked the “arrowy Rhone," from which a stable boys, the same queer brood all over the world, fresh breeze seemed to ascend, and creep in, balmy developed theirorganic idleness, and laughed and chatted and refreshing, at the open windows. We sat, a great with the girls of the establishment who, now in dim-1 many of us, round a large table, and, with the true light, and at a certain distance, looked quite pretty. || freemasonry of travellers, were acquainted with each I may here remark, by the way, that there is a small other at once. The fact is, you make the most of your village near the chateau de Blonay, which is at once time, knowing that you have none to spare, and chat beautiful itself, and contains the most charming women away, right and left, with man woman that happens in Switzerland. This I discovered accidentally during to be within reach. On the present occasion, there my walks, after which it alternately divided my atten. was but one lady of the party, with whom I was aftertions with the castle of Chillon. Some of these fair wards, by accident, nearly eloping into Italy; but of creatures occasionally take up their residence in Vevey; that more hereafter. For the present we only exand it must, doubtless, have been one of them that set changed civilities, handed cach other fresh eggs and the imagination of Jean Jacques in a blaze.
bread and butter, and conversed about what we had As the traveller to Verona is shown the tomb of seen, and hoped yet to see. For her part, she had Juliet, so the stranger who visits Vevey is sure to have beheld nothing but Paris, and those tracts of country which pointed out to him the site of Julia's bosquet at Clarens lie directly between it and St. Maurice. Her husband, -the site, I say, because the monks of the great St. Ber- / who sat beside her, and held her in strict surveillance, nard, to whom the place now belongs, are said to have had been long in the East, where he had acquired Turkcut down the trees in order to plant a vineyard on the ish ideas of jealousy and suspicion. Madame Carli, spot. When I once, in a tone of disapproval, men- however, nothing daunted by his severe looks, conversed tioned this fact to a gentleman in the neighbourhood, with me unceasingly, buttered my toast, poured out he shrugged his shoulders and observed, "Le bon vin my coffee, and paid me all those small attentions which vant bien les associations.” But though good wine is none but ladies can pay. I am always helpless that an agreeable thing, I should, upon the whole, prefer they may have the pleasure of assisting me." Madame Julia’s bosquet to the vineyard, no matter how it obtained | Carli was a pretty Frenchwoman, with large dark the name, or whether the foot of Rousseau's fancy ever eyes, and a profusion of raven hair. She had been visited it or not. During our month's stay at Vevey, well educated in the modern system, knew a good I used frequently to walk in the evening towards the deal, and believed very little. The chief article in her chateau of Chillon, and as often as we did so we had creed was, that it was a man's duty to make love, and to pass the honse in which Edmund Ludlow, the a woman's to receive it, under all circumstances, and in great English republican, spent the latter portion of every place. Her husband thought the direct conhis life in exile. We all observed the spot as we trary, which was quite natural, seeing they had already passed, and the recollection of his stern and noble been married six weeks, and that he anticipated convirtues may be said to impart a sort of sanctity to siderable trouble from the development of his helpVevey. He enjoyed breathing the air of liberty to mate's theory. Madame appeared to take infinite inthe last, under that form of government which he pre- || terest in my proposed journey, and listened with as much ferred to all others.
pleasure at my account of what I hoped to see as if I We now slowly skirted the end of the lake, passed had already seen it and been speaking from experience. Chillon and Villeneuve, near where “the blue rushing Three things especially delighted her—the Temple of of the arrowy Rhone” plunges into the lake. Pity that | Karnak, the tombs of the Theban Kings, and the boundso singular a spot should be a perpetual prey to ma- less expanse of the desert; as I expatiated on which, laria and ague, which extend their influence as far as her eyes would kindle and flash, and she would esVevey, and are almost sure to assail strangers on their claim, “Ah, how I should like to be of your party." arrival
. We now turned sharp round towards the left, || " Madame," I replied, “I have no party; I go alone." passed through Aigle and Bex, after which I fell | “Oh, mon Dieu.”' said she, “comme ce sera triste." "No," asleep and did not wake again until we arrived at St. I replied, “I shall people the desert with my remenMaurice, the gate of the Valais.
brances.” Our breakfast companions entered with mora or less vivacity into this conversation, from which we at length proceeded to discuss the topography of the
diligence and our own places in it. To my extreme All persons of locomotive propensities claim for satisfaction, I found that Monsieur and Madame Carli themselves the privilege of describing what they eat, were to be my companions in the interior, which and it really is a very judicious practice, because it was fortunate, since I had already, as it were, made begets in the reader the firm conviction that the tra- | their acquaintance. My leanings were all then towards veller is no “ignis fatuus,” but a genuine solid creature France, in which I had lived till I had acquired some of flesh and blood, like himself. Besides, there are thing of a native's love for it. This principally it was, always some pleasant little associations with breakfasts perhaps, that recommended me to my female friend. and dinners, especially those you eat on a journey. We spoke of Paris, of its pleasures and gaieties, of the The cream seems more creamy; the coffee, rolls, butter, fascination of its society, of its literature, of its soirées, new-laid eggs, ham, tongue, and sausages, of much and of that fierce political spirit which renders life there finer quality than the articles which commonly pass so piquante. On one point we differed. Madame was under these names—the reason, perhaps, being that a Royalist ; but this circumstance, instead of acting beyour journey has put you in good humour, and given youtween us as a repelling power, supplied an evera keener appetite. I remember, with much pleasure, lasting topic for discussion; and I have noticed that my breakfast at St. Maurice. The room, high up in the however violently a woman may be attached to the
pomps and vanities of monarchy, she delights in con- || give him to me." The nurse obeyed, and the mother, versing with men of the most ultra-republican opinions. I looking anxiously at her child, inquired, with suppressed We were travelling through the territories of a repub- | earnestness, “William, is there any danger?” “Yes, a lic, and I pointed out to her the most ordinary advan- || little, love, just enough to impart an air of romance to tages enjoyed under that form of government- such as our adventure.” Hark," exclaimed the wife, “what's the perfect power of locomotion, the absence of pass- | that?” My God," cried the nurse, “the mountain ports and custom-house nuisances, the freedom from has fallen on us.” Just at that instant a loud shout pauperism and beggary, and the universal prevalence of was heard from the men outside, followed by a supthat sturdy feeling of independence bordering often, I pressed struggle and a groan, and then the most confess, on rudeness, which distinguishes the Swiss from complete silence. All motion was at the same time all their neighbours. These things she could compre- arrested in the carriage, and on applying the lamp hend, but they made no impression upon her. Her to the windows it was perceived that they were cmhusband was in the receipt of a salary from the State, 1 bedded in thick snow. “ What is to be done ?" ex. as her father, I also found, was, and therefore she was claimed the Englishman, addressing himself to our disposed to accept accomplished facts and to be repug. | friend from Aosta. “ Can your experience suggest any nant to all innovation.
means of extricating ourselves from this position. If Presently the diligence started, and our conversation we force our way out, do you think it possible we could took a new direction. There was, in the interior, a reach some place of shelter?” “No,” answered he; “that native of Aosta, who meant to leave us at Martigny, || is impossible. All we can do is to remain where we are ; for the purpose of traversing the Great St. Bernard, at they will dig us out in the morning.” “And the drivers," the exaggerated dangers of which pass he laughed very | observed the Englishman, a sudden thought flashing heartily. Accidents, he admitted, did sometimes over. across his mind, "what is to become of them ? they will take travellers in that part of the Alps, but generally, | die of cold.” “They are dead already,” answered the be said, the pass of the St. Bernard was open and safe Aostan; "the first stroke of the avalanche extinguished throughout the year, except during the continuance of life in them—what you heard was their death-groan.” snow storms. He had himself
, a few years previously, || “Impossible,” cried our countryman; “I must force my in another pass, the name of which I forget, been way out and endeavour to drag them hither.” The conovertaken by one of these, in company with an Eng- | fined space into which they had to breathe would have lish family returning from Italy, and been witness of the rendered it necessary to let down the windows, at the way in which the elements sometimes perform the office risk of admitting a quantity of snow; but all egress of sexton. They set out early in the morning, and ar- was impracticable. They were entombed, as it were, rived a little before nightfall at a part of the pass which, in the avalanche, which, fortunately for them, was soft owing to the driving of the winds, is easily choked up and spongy, permitting air to pass through its pores ; The snow had begun to fall about an hour and a half yet the heat soon became almost insufferable, and once previously, and was now pouring down the ravine before during the night the lady fainted. Travelling carthe blast, blinding both horses and postilions, and riages in the Alps are always well supplied with probringing along with it premature night. They had visions and restoratives, wine, brandy, &c., and as our hoped to reach the summit before darkness set in; but countryman never once lost his presence of mind, everythe horses furnished them were weak, and the snow for thing practicable was done for wife, and nurse, and child. the last hour, at least, had greatly retarded their pro- What their language and feelings were may possibly be gress. How he came to be in the Englishman's car- | imagined. All our friend from Aosta could say was, riage, he did not explain. I fancy our countryman had that it was very terrible, which he uttered in a tone invited him out of sheer politeness. The party con- more significant than his words. Well, morning came at sisted of five in all—the husband and wife, the Italian, | last, as they knew by consulting their watches; but it the nurse, and a little baby. How it comes to pass I brought no light with it, and for some time no sound. kuow not, but it generally happens that the English, At length a confused rumbling was heard through the when overtaken by danger, display qualities which as- snow, which died away, and came again by fits, till at tonish foreigners. On the occasion in question, all the length it became evident that it was the voices of men. solicitude of the husband seemed to be concentrated in After a protracted interval, a gleam of daylight entered the wife, while all hers was in the baby. Self seemed the carriage, the snow was cleared partially away, and equally absent from the minds of both. The nurse, for the welcome face of a rustic was beheld peering down her part, displayed the utmost stoicism, except that, as upon them.
upon them. Their deliverance was now speedy, and the cold increased, and the snow drifts beat more and they were conveyed half dead to a chalet, together with more furiously against the carriage windows, she pressed the bodies of the driver and postilions. "Such acci the child more closely to her breast, and protected it | dents," said our friend, “are rare.” “It isto be hoped so," from the influence of the air with a greater allowance | exclaimed Madame Carli; "and what became of the Engof shawls. Our friend from Aosta, who understood lish lady ?” “Oh, the whole party escaped without inthoroughly the perils of the position, went on talking | jury, and next year I saw them pass again into Italy, with the husband, who, while his eye was fixed upon so little had they been daunted by the perils they had his wife and child, appeared calm and collected, though, | escaped.” from certain thundering noises above, it appeared probable that the avalanches were in motion. At every
CHAPTER IV. ten yards, the carriage was stopped by the accumulated
THE VALAIS. snow. “Jane," said the husband at length to his wife, I remember to have elsewhere remarked that there " tie up your throat carefully; we may have to walk pre-exists some resemblance between the valleys of the sently; and you, nurse, make the baby comfortable, and Rhone and the Nile. In both, a large and impetuous river flows through a narrow slip of cultivated land, flanked 11 But amid the Valaisan Alps the loveliness of moriby a chain of lofty mountains on either side. But iting sets language at defiance. Imagine endless spheres is the resemblance which a miniature may be supposed of snow, crowning piny mountains, and enveloped with to have to a picture of colossal dimensions. Yet the a rosy flush by the magic of the young light. This Rhone, when in full flood, is a noble river, and the Alps glowing investiture, like the breast of the dove, every that frown over it are loftier, and infinitely more pic- moment displays new colours, glancing off in fugitive turesque, than the Libyan and Arabian ranges, scorched coruscations which dazzle and intoxicate the senses. almost to a cinder by the burning sun. I make no preten- | A luminous border hangs upon cliff and crag, and a sions here to describe Switzerland. The reader will find whisper, soft as the breath of love, showers down in a thousand books the names of the towns, the heights | upon you from the pine forests as you move. A feeling, of the mountains, and the length of the valleys. What Ide-half religion, half sense, fills your breast, and your eyes sire to revive are the feelings and sensations with which become humid with gratitude as you look upwards and I passed on towards Italy, full of regrets and hopes, around you. The reading of your childhood comes of sad memories and glorious anticipations. I have never over you—you remember the earliest page in the hisseen an exposition of the philosophy of Alpine travel- | tory of man—"and God saw all that he had made, and ling, chiefly, perhaps, because the impressions made behold it was very good”—and good, you murinur to depend more upon the mind that feels them than on yourself, it is. If there be poetry in the soul, it comes the objects themselves. Almost every person can re-out at such moments; and by the process which I peat, with Jessica, “I am never merry when I hear faintly and imperfectly describe, travelling sometimes sweet music,” because the hushed delight produced by mellows the character and improves our relish of life. a concord of sweet sounds has no analogy with mirth. I was interrupted in my conversation with Madamo It is much the same with the grand harmonies of na- | Carli, who seemed to possess a genuine admiration for ture. A stranger visiting the Alps for the first time mountain scenery, by the entrance of an ecclesiastic, seldom experiences bursts of merriment, and there are which brought out one of the most upamiable features many whom the sight of these gigantic mountains in the French character. Instead of contracting, as plunges into sadness and melancholy. For myself, 11 it were, to make way for him, everybody appeared to eram generally, in such scenes, filled to overflowing with pand to double his usual size, in order to show him he was involuntary delight, inconsistent with any access of unwelcome. My sympathy was roused in a moment; melancholy fear or sorrow. It is true the painful re-and, pressing rather unceremoniously against my female flection sometimes presents itself, that while those ma- friend, I invited the stranger to take the best seat next jestio objects are eternal, I who observe them am a the door. He bowed profoundly, and thanked me, after transitory being, traversing a narrow slip of sunshine which, supposing his conversation would not be agree between the cradle and the grave. Life, in fact, is but | able, he folded his arms, leaned back, and made up lris a luminous point, resting upon the confluence of two mind to take refuge in absolute silence. I observed dark oceans-eternity past, and eternity to come, and an impudent grin on the face of all my companions, encompassed by the immensity of unfathomable space. with the exception of Madame Carli, whose feminine In this black darkness
, in this dreary void, life has but | feelings preserved her from this indecency. To make one thing to cling to, the idea of God, without which we up, as far as possible, for the inhospitality of my fellow should drift away into immeasurable despair. But, like travellers, I immediately turned a little round, and ad: a cloud on the summer heaven, this thought soon va- | dressed myself to the new-comer, whom, from some nishes, and my mind, returning to its habitual condition, peculiarity in his look and manner, I immediately susis filled with sunshine. For this reason, travelling is a pected to be a Jesuit. He seemed pleased by my sort of mechanical happiness to me, especially amid Alps civility, and we commenced a conversation which lasted or deserts, or along the skirts of the ocean. Philoso- | with few interruptions through the whole day. Even phically we know that the greatest projections on the Madame Carli was forgotten, for so eloquent, so full of earth's surface are almost nothing compared with its knowledge, so gentle, persuasive, and fascinating was own magnitude. Yet, from the diminutiveness of our my new friend, that I may say, with truth, I have selown bodies, they seem great, and fill our minds with dom seen his equal. Wishing to ascertain whether prodigious ideas of the force and sublimity of nature. my suspicion was well or ill founded, I expressed the What a chorus of glorious influences bursts upon our most profound respect for the Society of Jesus. I said soul amid the Alps, with their glaciers, cataracts, | I had studied their institutions and history with p& caverns, forests, abysses, everlasting snows and storms, culiar interest, spoke of their missions and their labours, and thunders and avalanches! In beautiful weather, especially in South America and China, and repeated such as that in which I ascended the Valais, the moun-more than once how much pleasure it would give me tains, with the bright blue sky hanging lovingly over to become acquainted with a member of the order. He them, remind one of a fairy scene in an opera. The bowed, and replied in a half-whisper, that he was hingrandeur perplexes you; you hurry along, and scarcely self a Jesuit, and principal at the college at Brigg, where think it real, as object after object rushes past you, be invited me to stay a few weeks. He would then
, and is engulphed, as it were, in the memory of the he said, explain to me the condition of the order through past. Onward you go, beholding new mountains, new out Europe, as well as that wonderful system of edncspeaks, new chasms; and the all-pervading light clips | tion, which, taken all together, is probably the most them round and renders them nearly transparent. All effective ever invented. Unfortunately, the fear of arthe world over the dawn of morning is beautiful, when || riving too late in Egypt to ascend the Nile that winter the earth looks like a bride arrayed in orient pearls
, prevented my accepting his invitation, which, I am and the sun spreads far and wide his canopy of crim- sure, he gave with all his heart. We discussed the reson clouds which his glory converts gradually into gold. || lative position of the two churches, the history of Protes
tantism, the probable fortunes of Rome, and the cha- ,, are found spots of verdure, of a very peculiar form and racter of public opinion throughout Christendom. The beauty. Imagine two towering rocky mountains, barhabit of being all things to all men enters so strongly ren as death, and strikingly savage in their aspect, into the policy of the order, that I can lay little stress divided in front from each other by a bed of soft green on his political professions. He appeared to sympathise turf, dotted with tufted trees, single or in groups, and with the democratic spirit of the age, and said that rising from the road with a gentle slope until it touchies through convulsions and anarchy we must inevitably the curtain of naked rocks which unite the two mounterminate with the adoption of the Republic. One tains behind. But I know of no expression which can difficulty he could not overcome-the inaptitude of paint the loveliness of one of those scenes which we Catholicism for harmonising with Republican principles. I passed a little before sunset on Wednesday evening. He supposed, however, that the external forms of reli | The greensward rising gradually, as I have said, from gion would be modified by civilization, and that which the level of the great valley, appeared to swell into we term the Church must, in order to be useful, be or every form of beauty which an undulating surface, ganised in conformity with the ruling principle of so infinitely varied in aspect, could assume. Here were ciety, whatever it may be.
small glades, through which the delighted eye wandered A professor of rhetoric from Anjou, who gloried in into the dim distance, there thick groves of umbrathe philosophy of Louis Philippe's dynasty, having geous trees; here a patch of smooth-shaven lawn; by listened for some time with patience to our discussions, ll the side of this a dusky hollow, terminating in a shelv. at length broke in upon us with an attack on Christi || ing semicircle of green turf. In short, I know of no anity itself, which he conducted after the most approved || voluptuous feature in a landscape, excepting sparkling tactics of Voltaire. If the Jesuit expressed any sur-streams, which this valley did not exhibit. prise, it was at our having been interrupted no sooner, for, aware of the odious influence of Philippism, he scarcely expected to find a spark of religion in
THE JESUIT. any person promoted or patronised by the Government. Let me describe my friend of the Society of Jesus. He did not choose, however, to combat the antiquated He was a man of about thirty-five, slightly exceeding sophisms of Voltaire, and, observing that monsieur had the middle height, with a serene, placid countenance, a right to enjoy his own opinion, sat meekly listening rendered so entirely by discipline, for in the depths to the objections urged against the very foundations of of his dark grey eyes you could read the evidence of our faith. I was not quite so patient, but carrying | fiery and tempestuous passions within. There is somethe war into the enemy's quarter, accused Voltaire of thing cruel and ferocious in a grey eye, which yet is ignorance, levity, and presumption; and while admitting sometimes so tempered and softened by passion, that his wit, and the grace and beauty of his style, laughed it becomes the most fascinating in nature. Mythology at the grossness of his blunders, both in history and attributes grey eyes to Achilles, to indicate the union philosophy. Fortunately for our tempers, the argument of intellect with the most destructive propensities. was interrupted by an invitation to dinner, which we Tiberius, the worst of the Roman emperors, had grey all very cheerfully obeyed, disputation and sight-seeing eyes, which from that day to this have obtained little being both great promoters of appetite.
favour with poets or romance writers. We hear of Instead of dinner, I should rather, perhaps, have called dark, humid, lustrous eyes, of brightor soft blue eyes; but the meal we were about to eat a second breakfast, as wel of the grey eye no epithet is suitable but that of fierce took it considerably before noon. At a much earlier or fiery. To talk of a soft grey eye would be a contrahour we had stopped, and descended from the diligence to || diction which would instinctively produce laughter, yet gaze at one of those grand natural objects which con- it has often happened that men and women with grey stitute the charm of Switzerland. The fall of the Sal-leyes have fascinated all around them. The reason may lemche,vulgarly called the Pissevache, which disappoints be this, that the imperious energy of the character sugat first sight, is magnificent when approached. It was gests the necessity of exercising an antidote, and the rather too early in the morning, for the sunshine, which mixture of softness and fierceness, of all-absorbing love already gilded the summits of the rocks above, had and violent antipathies, operates like a spell. The not yet touched the trembling and foaming waters, or Jesuit, of whom I have been speaking, was at least an called into existence those innumerable rainbows which example of this. His short and slightly curled upper other travellers have seen spanning the infernal surgelip indicated a large amount of scorn, which he sought which precipitates itself down in prodigious masses, 1 to disguise by a winning voice and gentle manners; seeming as if it would cleave the very rocks upon but from the height of his intellect he evidently looked which it eternally dashes. On the right hand, at the down upon his opponents, and now and then put forth very summit of the cataract, a part of the rock forming a degree of strength which startled them. His face was the channel of the stream appears to project beyond | pale, with a few streaks of red in the cheeks, such as the other parts of the river's bed, and round this the you sometimes see in farmers, who have been a good water curves, and foams, and looks exactly like the mane | deal exposed to the weather. He wore a long black of a snow-white colossal horse, tossing and waving in cassock, reaching from his neck to the feet, a common the tempest. Though wet by the fine spray which hat, and a little white band of linen about the neck. fell about us like rain, we regretted leaving this extra- | We understood each other thoroughly, and between his ordinary spot. The fertile portion of the canton con- ll Catholicism and my Protestantism there was so little sists of a narrow valley, flanked on both sides by lofty | difference that it required the name to distinguish mountains, many of which were now blanched by all one from the other. We rose above sectarianism, and weight of virgin snow of the most dazzling whiteness. I met on the common level of Christianity. Such a man, At the feet of these, often, in small semicircular sweeps, || however, would be a dangerous proselyte-maker, for he would first show all the points in which the two|| the river, extended a broad irregular chasm some fifteen beliefs agree, and then gradually attack as errors, con- or twenty feet deep. On its edge stood the ruins of demued by botli, the points on which they differ, in several cottages, and above, in the face of the mounfavour, of course, of his own church. As we went tain, was a tremendous gap like the mouth of an imalong, I inquired into the mental and physical condi- mense sluice, large trees torn up by the roots, rocks of tion of the Valaisans, on which he exhibited extensive enormous size rolled down and jammed together among information, though himself a native of Alsace. Our the ruins of theforest, appeared to indicate the passage of conversation then turned upon the summit of the Alps, some resistless flood, but all was now dry; and from the where he had often wandered, and which he described nature of the ground, it was clear that no river or even admirably. The name of Pervenche, used accidentally brook or streamlet could ever have flowed in that chaain our conversation, led to the mention of Jean Jacquesnel. The Jesuit viewed the scene with a look expresRousseau, and that again to Madame de Warrens, sive of sorrow and painful recollections, which suggestand that to love. I felt not a little anxious to learned to me the idea that he had witnessed some tragedy the opinion of a Jesuit on this passion, but observing on that spot. “I will tell you,” said he, “as we go along, that Madame Carli and the rest of our companions were the history of the destruction of this little plain, which, listening too attentively to our conversation, he said he as you perceive, is of very recent date. I happened would speak of it another time when I did him the to be here when it took place, and was blessed with honour to visit his college. That visit was never paid, more than one opportunity of affording aid or consolaneither did the promised discussion ever take place ; || tion to the sufferers. Similar occurrences are not rare but instead, he related to me a story which did honour in the region of the Upper Alps, but probably nothing so to his frankness, for it represented a Jesuit in love. terrible has been known in the valley within the memory What will be the opinion of the reader when he hears of man. Look yonder among the trees. At every the anecdotes, it is
, of course, beyond my power to advance of the diligence we discovered the ruins of fresh conjecture, neither shall I at present state my own; but cottages; indeed, a whole hamlet once stood where you when I have related faithfully all the incidents of the now behold only loose stones and piles of rubbish. narrative, the event will speak for itself.
Look at yon cross how it nods over the chasm like the It was towards the close of the day, and not many | light of religion gleaming over eternity. Close to it leagues from Brigg, when observing an extraordinary stood the little village-church, and graves of the dead. appearance in the valley and mountain on our right, | All are now buried beneath the sands of the Rhone." I inquired of the Jesuit the cause of the phenomenon. He then commenced his relation in these words— Across the small plain from the foot of the rocks to
(To be continued.)
SKETCHES FROM HIGHLAND TRADITION.
BY DONALD CAMPBELL.
(Continued from page 376.) On the day following the fearful visit of the Glastic || party consisted of the old mev, and the more masculine to the Glencoe men, a detachment of about five hun- / widows and youths of the clan, whose duty it was, dred men, from the garrison at Fort-William, were seen upon an agreed-on signal, to set in motion a chain of descending the hill to Altnafay, by the bridle-path | gigantic cairns, which had been piled by the warriors which then occupied the course of the picturesque in a line, extending from the deep ravine above the old road whose serpentine windings bear evidence of house of Achtriden to that which runs northward from General Wade's sympathy in the toilsome marches of the Juain rock. Behind these cairns (which, from the his breeks-gyved soldiers into the glens and valleys of almost perpendicular declivity of the mountain, might the mountaineers. A person standing at Beal-an-Inian be easily set in motion, so as to rush, thundering and might, at the same time, have seen two bands of High-smoking, on the heads of the soldiers, in avalanches of landers advancing—the one through the pass of Laug. || thousands of tons at a time) this party now stationed gart-an, and the other up Glencoe—with flashing eyes, themselves. While the Glencoe men took up their pobrandished swords, and advanced targets, their broad sition, with charged hearts and carbines, in the ravine, blue bonnets and heather crests shading their knit the Glenetive men, concealed themselves effectually near brows, and their picturesque tartans waving around the rock of Juain, among the rocks and heather, ready to their light and manly forms, while their countenances bound over the stream and take possession of that imporand bearing indicated stern joy, energy, and excite- tant pass the moment the last file of soldiers should dement at the news of the approaching foemen. scend the gorge between it and their ambushed clansmen
There was also a motley band, an unwarlike ap. || in the ravine. Such were the skilful and deadly arrange pearance
and formation, winding through the ravines of ments made by the Glencoe men to receive the enemy, the frowning Boduch or Carle of Glencoe, towards the who advanced, with reckless daring, into the toils, with ridge of the hill immediately above him, diminished, to out even taking the precaution of throwing out an adhis eye, by the giddy height
, to the size of a flock of vanced guard to feel their way and cover their front, or hoodie-crows. Nor was this movement the least dan- forming a reserve, to sustain or protect them in the rear. gerous of the two to the approaching red-coats. This The soldiers had now descended the Juain rock, and