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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Do you know, Barbreck," said he, "I would not care to say much about what your nobleman has to learn or unlearn? As for the gallantry good Lord, now! did you ever hear of one of my house leaving his men to shift for themselves when blows were going?"
"The same stilling, Barbreck, the same stilling I make no doubt MacCailein gets his brown brandy by my brother's cart from French Foreland; it's a rough road, and sometimes a bottle or two spills on the way. I've a flagon up in a cupboard in my little garret, and I'll go fetch it."
"Barbreck be it then. A man in his position thus never learns the truth. He sees around him but plausible faces and the truth at a cowardly compromise. That's the sorrow of your Highlands; it will be the black curse of your chiefs in the day to come. As for me, I'm for duty first and last even if it demands me to put a rope at my brother's neck or my hand in the fire."
"What does he say?" asked the cleric, and I gave him the English of it. "You'll drive no doors in here," said he firmly to Stewart "We can but give another knock and see what comes of it Knock you, M'Iver." "Barbreck." "Barbreck be it then." "I would sooner go to the glen foot, and risk all," said John.
"Oh yes, I know, Master Gordon, you gentlemen of the lawn bands have no friendliness to our old Highland notions. Seven or six, it's all the same to you, I suppose, except in a question of merks to the stipend." "You're a clever man enough, M'Iver " "Barbreck," corrected my friend, punctiliously. "Barbreck let it be then.
He shut his mouth thereafter very quickly on every phrase he uttered, breathing through his nose; at the same time he kept himself, in every part but the shoe-soles he tiptoed on, from touching anything. I could swear the open air of the most unfriendly glen in Christendom was a possession to be envious of for John M'Iver of Barbreck.
"Oh, Elrigmore!" said the Marquis, in an offhand jovial and equal way; "I thought you would like to meet my cousin here M'Iver of the Barbreck; something of a soldier like yourself, who has seen service in Lowland wars." "In the Scots Brigade, sir?" I asked M'lver, eyeing him with greater interest than ever.
"Say 'Come home, Barbreck, in every one of your evening prayers, and heaven, for the sake of so sweet a face, may send me home the sooner with my fortune." Master Gordon, passing, heard the speech. "Do your own praying, Barbreck " "John," said my hero. "John, this time, to you." "John be it," said the cleric, smiling warmly. "I like you, truly, and I wish you well."
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