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Updated: June 21, 2025
Peggy and Jess stood their ground boldly enough, although Jess's face turned rather pale and her breath heaved in perturbation. "Keep still, honey, they won't hurt you," comforted Peggy amid the uproar. Suddenly the leader of the horsemen drew his pony up abruptly, throwing the cat-like little beast almost back upon his haunches. "Boys! Ladies!" he shouted.
Something so curious, that the youngest boy, who, thinking he heard Jess neighing, got up to look out, was afraid to tell, lest he too should be laughed at, and went back to bed immediately. In the middle of the night, a little old brown man carrying a lantern, or at least having a light in his hand that looked like a lantern went and unlocked Jess's stable, and patted her pretty head.
Having delivered his message as instructed, Johnny consented to sit down until the famous christening robe and the tray were ready, but he would not talk, for that was not in the bond. Jess's sweet face beamed over the compliment Mrs.
She is too good for this place; she ought to go away to England and write books and become a famous woman, only " she added reflectively, "I am afraid that Jess's books would all be sad ones." Just then Bessie stopped talking and suddenly changed colour, the bunch of lank wet feathers she held in her hand dropping from it with a little splash back into the bath.
Jess pressed his hand tightly in her two worn palms, but she did not speak. "Jamie was richt like Joey when he was a bairn," Hendry said. Again Jess's head moved, but still she was silent. "They were sae like," continued Hendry, "'at often I called Jamie by Joey's name." Jess looked at her husband, and her mouth opened and shut. "I canna mind 'at you ever did that?" Hendry said.
Rip! rip! through the wood and canvas; phut! phut! through the air; but some merciful power protected them, and though one cut John's coat and two passed through the skirt of Jess's dress, not a bullet struck them.
It could not be more than three hundred yards away. So he struggled on bravely through the wet grass and over the scattered boulders, till at last he came to the base of the huge column that had been shattered by the lightning before Jess's eyes. Thirty paces more and John was in the cave.
It was wi' Joey deein' sae sudden, an' I took on sae terrible aboot 'im 'at I thocht all alang the Lord would gie me another laddie." "Ay, I wanted 'im to be a laddie mysel," said Hendry, "so as he could tak Joey's place." Jess's head jerked back involuntarily, and Jamie may have felt her hand shake, for he said in a voice out of Hendry's hearing "I never took Joey's place wi' ye, mother."
"An' a'll dae mine," and Tammas gave MacLure's hand a grip that would have crushed the bones of a weakling. Drumtochty felt in such moments the brotherliness of this rough-looking man, and loved him. Tammas hid his face in Jess's mane, who looked round with sorrow in her beautiful eyes, for she had seen many tragedies, and in this silent sympathy the stricken man drank his cup, drop by drop.
MacLure escaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never walked like other men again. He could not swing himself into the saddle without making two attempts and holding Jess's mane. Neither can you "warstle" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters without a touch of rheumatism.
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