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In　the　evening；　as　they　sat　together　after　supper；　Mr。　Lammie　said；



'Weel；　Robert；　hoo's　the　fiddle？'



'Fine；　I　thank　ye；　sir；'　answered　Robert。



'Lat's　hear　what　ye　can　do　wi'　't。'



Robert　fetched　the　instrument　and　complied。



'That's　no　that　ill；'　remarked　the　farmer。　'But　eh！　man；　ye　suld　hae

heard　yer　gran'father　han'le　the　bow。　　That　was　something　to

hearance　in　a　body's　life。　　Ye　wad　hae　jist　thoucht　the　strings

had　been　drawn　frae　his　ain　inside；　he　kent　them　sae　weel；　and

han'led　them　sae　fine。　　He　jist　fan'　（felt）　them　like　wi'　's　fingers

throu'　the　bow　an'　the　horsehair　an'　a'；　an'　a'　the　time　he　was

drawin'　the　soun'　like　the　sowl　frae　them；　an'　they　jist　did

onything　'at　he　likit。　　Eh！　to　hear　him　play　the　Flooers　o'　the

Forest　wad　hae　garred　ye　greit。'



'Cud　my　father　play？'　asked　Robert。



'Ay；　weel　eneuch　for　him。　　He　could　do　onything　he　likit　to　try；

better　nor　middlin'。　　I　never　saw　sic　a　man。　　He　played　upo'　the

bagpipes；　an'　the　flute；　an'　the　bugle；　an'　I　kenna　what　a'；　but

a'thegither　they　cam'　na　within　sicht　o'　his　father　upo'　the　auld

fiddle。　　Lat's　hae　a　luik　at　her。'



He　took　the　instrument　in　his　hands　reverently；　turned　it　over　and

over；　and　said；



'Ay；　ay；　it's　the　same　auld　mill；　an'　I　wat　it　grun'　（ground）　bonny

meal。That　sma'　crater　noo　'ill　be　worth　a　hunner　poun'；　I　s'

warran'；'　he　added；　as　he　restored　it　carefully　into　Robert's　hands；

to　whom　it　was　honey　and　spice　to　hear　his　bonny　lady　paid　her　due

honours。　'Can　ye　play　the　Flooers　o'　the　Forest；　no？'　he　added　yet

again。



'Ay　can　I；'　answered　Robert；　with　some　pride；　and　laid　the　bow　on

the　violin；　and　played　the　air　through　without　blundering　a　single

note。



'Weel；　that's　verra　weel；'　said　Mr。　Lammie。　'But　it's　nae　mair　like

as　yer　gran'father　played　it；　than　gin　there　war　twa　sawyers　at　it；

ane　at　ilka　lug　o'　the　bow；　wi'　the　fiddle　atween　them　in　a

saw…pit。'



Robert's　heart　sank　within　him；　but　Mr。　Lammie　went　on：



'To　hear　the　bow　croudin'　（cooing）；　and　wailin'；　an'　greitin'　ower

the　strings；　wad　hae　jist　garred　ye　see　the　lands　o'　braid　Scotlan'

wi'　a'　the　lasses　greitin'　for　the　lads　that　lay　upo'　reid　Flodden

side；　lasses　to　cut；　and　lasses　to　gether；　and　lasses　to　bin'；　and

lasses　to　stook；　and　lasses　to　lead；　and　no　a　lad　amo'　them　a'。

It's　just　the　murnin'　o'　women；　doin'　men's　wark　as　weel　's　their

ain；　for　the　men　that　suld　hae　been　there　to　du　't；　and　I　s'　warran'

ye；　no　a　word　to　the　orra　（exceptional；　over…all）　lad　that　didna

gang　wi'　the　lave　（rest）。'



Robert　had　not　hitherto　understood　itthis　wail　of　a　pastoral　and

ploughing　people　over　those　who　had　left　their　side　to　return　no

more　from　the　field　of　battle。　　But　Mr。　Lammie's　description　of　his

grandfather's　rendering　laid　hold　of　his　heart。



'I　wad　raither　be　grutten　for　nor　kissed；'　said　he；　simply。



'Haud　ye　to　that；　my　lad；'　returned　Mr。　Lammie。　'Lat　the　lasses

greit　for　ye　gin　they　like；　but　haud　oot　ower　frae　the　kissin'。　　I

wadna　mell　wi'　't。'



'Hoot；　father；　dinna　put　sic　nonsense　i'　the　bairns'　heids；'　said

Miss　Lammie。



'Whilk　's　the　nonsense；　Aggy？'　asked　her　father；　slily。　'But　I

doobt；'　he　added；　'he'll　never　play　the　Flooers　o'　the　Forest　as　it

suld　be　playt；　till　he's　had　a　taste　o'　the　kissin'；　lass。'



'Weel；　it's　a　queer　instructor　o'　yowth；　'at　says　an'　onsays　i'　the

same　breith。'



'Never　ye　min'。　　I　haena　contradickit　mysel'　yet；　for　I　hae　said

naething。　　But；　Robert；　my　man；　ye　maun　pit　mair　sowl　into　yer

fiddlin'。　　Ye　canna　play　the　fiddle　till　ye　can　gar　't　greit。　　It's

unco　ready　to　that　o'　'ts　ain　sel'；　an'　it's　my　opingon　that　there's

no　anither　instrument　but　the　fiddle　fit　to　play　the　Flooers　o'　the

Forest　upo'；　for　that　very　rizzon；　in　a'　his　Maijesty's

dominions。My　father　playt　the　fiddle；　but　no　like　your

gran'father。'



Robert　was　silent。　　He　spent　the　whole　of　the　next　morning　in

reiterated　attempts　to　alter　his　style　of　playing　the　air　in

question；　but　in　vainas　far　at　least　as　any　satisfaction　to

himself　was　the　result。　　He　laid　the　instrument　down　in　despair；　and

sat　for　an　hour　disconsolate　upon　the　bedside。　　His　visit　had　not　as

yet　been　at　all　so　fertile　in　pleasure　as　he　had　anticipated。　　He

could　not　fly　his　kite；　he　could　not　walk；　he　had　lost　his　shoes；

Mr。　Lammie　had　not　approved　of　his　playing；　and；　although　he　had　his

will　of　the　fiddle；　he　could　not　get　his　will　out　of　it。　　He　could

never　play　so　as　to　please　Miss　St。　John。　Nothing　but　manly　pride

kept　him　from　crying。　　He　was　sorely　disappointed　and　dissatisfied；

and　the　world　might　be　dreary　even　at　Bodyfauld。



Few　men　can　wait　upon　the　bright　day　in　the　midst　of　the　dull　one。

Nor　can　many　men　even　wait　for　it。









CHAPTER　XX。



JESSIE　HEWSON。



The　wound　on　Robert's　foot　festered；　and　had　not　yet　healed　when　the

sickle　was　first　put　to　the　barley。　　He　hobbled　out；　however；　to　the

reapers；　for　he　could　not　bear　to　be　left　alone　with　his　violin；　so

dreadfully　oppressive　was　the　knowledge　that　he　could　not　use　it

after　its　nature。　　He　began　to　think　whether　his　incapacity　was　not

a　judgment　upon　him　for　taking　it　away　from　the　soutar；　who　could　do

so　much　more　with　it；　and　to　whom；　consequently；　it　was　so　much　more

valuable。　　The　pain　in　his　foot；　likewise；　had　been　very　depressing；

and　but　for　the　kindness　of　his　friends；　especially　of　Miss　Lammie；

he　would　have　been　altogether　'a　weary　wight　forlorn。'



Shargar　was　happier　than　ever　he　had　been　in　his　life。　　His　white

face　hung　on　Miss　Lammie's　looks；　and　haunted　her　steps　from　spence

（store…room；　as　in　Devonshire）　to　milk…house；　and　from　milk…house　to

chessel；　surmounted　by　the　glory　of　his　red　hair；　which　a

farm…servant　declared　he　had　once　mistaken　for　a　fun…buss

（whin…bush）　on　fire。　　This　day　she　had　gone　to　the　field　to　see　the

first　handful　of　barley　cut；　and　Shargar　was　there；　of　course。



It　was　a　glorious　day　of　blue　and　gold；　with　just　wind　enough　to　set

the　barley…heads　a…talking。　　But；　whether　from　the　heat　of　the　sun；

or　the　pain　of　his　foot　operating　on　the　general　discouragement

under　which　he　laboured；　Robert　turned　faint　all　at　once；　and

dragged　himself　away　to　a　cottage　on　the　edge　of　the　field。



It　was　the　dwelling　of　a　cottar；　whose　family　had　been　settled　upon

the　farm　of　Bodyfauld　from　time　immemorial。　　They　were；　indeed；　like

other　cottars；　a　kind　of　feudal　dependents；　occupying　an　acre　or　two

of　the　land；　in　return　for　which　they　performed　certain　stipulated

labour；　called　cottar…wark。　　The　greater　part　of　the　family　was

employed　in　the　work　of　the　farm；　at　the　regular　wages。



Alas　for　Scotland　that　such　families　are　now　to　seek！　　Would　that

the　parliaments　of　our　country　held　such　a　proportion　of

noble…minded　men　as　was　once　to　be　found　in　the　clay　huts　on　a

hill…side；　or　grouped　about　a　central　farm；　huts　whose　wretched　look

would　move　the　pity　of　many　a　man　as　inferior　to　their　occupants　as

a　King　Charles's　lap…dog　is　to　a　shepherd's　colley。　　The　utensils　of

their　life　were　mean　enough：　the　life　itself　was　often　elixir

vitaea　true　family　life；　looking　up　to　the　high；　divine　life。　　But

well　for　the　world　that　such　life　has　been　scattered　over　it；　east

and　west；　the　seed　of　fresh　growth　in　new　lands。　　Out　of　offence　to

the　individual；　God　brings　good　to　the　whole；　for　he　pets　no　nation；

but　trains　it　for　the　perfect　globular　life　of　all　nationsof　his

worldof　his　universe。　　As　he　makes　families　mingle；　to　redeem　each

from　its　family　selfishness；　so　will　he　make　nations　mingle；　and

love　and　correct　and　reform　and　develop　each　other；　till　the

planet…world　shall　go　singing　through　space　one　harmony　to　the　God

of　the　whole　earth。　　The　excellence　must　vanish　from　one　portion；

that　it　may　be　diffused　through　the　whole。　　The　seed　ripens　on　one

favoured　mound；　and　is　scattered　over　the　plain。　　We　console

ourselves　with　the　higher　thought；　that　if　Scotland　is　worse；　the

world　is　better。　　Yea；　even　they　by　whom　the　offence　came；　and　who

have　first　to　reap　the　woe　of　that　offence；　because　they　did　the

will　of　God　to　satisfy　their　own　avarice　in　laying　land　to　land　and

house　to　house；　shall　not　reap　their　punishment　in　having　their　own

will；　and　standing　therefore　alone　in　the　earth　when　the　good　of

their　evil　deeds　returns　upon　it；　but　the　tears　of　men　that　ascended

to　heaven　in　the　heat　of　their　burning　dwellings　shall　descend　in

the　dew　of　blessing　even　on　the　hearts　of　them　that　kindled　the

fire。'Something　too　much　of　this。'



Robert　lifted　the　latch；　and　walked　into　the　cottage。　　It　was　not

quite　so　strange　to　him　as　it　would　be　to　most　of　my　readers；　still；

he　had　not　been　in　such　a　place　before。　　A　girl　who　was　stooping　by

the　small　peat　fire　on　the　hearth　looked　up；　and　seeing　that　he　was

lame；　came　across　the　heights　and　hollows　of　the　clay　floor　to　meet

him。　　Robert　spoke　so　faintly　that　she　could　not　hear。



'What's　yer　wull？'　she　asked；　then；　changing　her　tone；'Eh！　ye're

no　weel；'　she　said。　'Come　in　to　the　fire。　　Tak　a　haud　o'　me；　and

come　yer　wa's　butt。'



She　was　a　pretty；　indeed　graceful　girl　of　about　eighteen；　with　the

elasticity　rather　than　undulation　of　movement　which　distinguishes

the　peasant　from　the　city　girl。　　She　led　him　to　the　chimla…lug　（the

ear　of　the　chimney）；　carefully　levelled　a　wooden　chair　to　the

inequalities　of　the　floor；　and　said；



'Sit　ye　doon。　　Will　I　fess　a　drappy　o'　milk？'



'Gie　me　a　drink　o'　water；　gin　ye　please；'　said　Robert。



She　brought　it。　　He　drank；　and　felt　better。　　A　baby　woke　in　a　cradle

on　the　other　side　of　the　fire；　and　began　to　cry。　　The　girl　went　and

took　him　up；　and　then　Robert　saw　what　she　was　like。　　Light…brown

hair　clustered　about　a　delicately…coloured　face　and　hazel　eyes。

Later　in　the　harvest　her　cheeks　would　be　ruddynow　they　were

peach…coloured。　　A　white　neck　rose　above　a　pink　print　jac