THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID BALFOUR.
PART ONE:
KIDNAPPED.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR.
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THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID BALFOUR
KIDNAPPED
BEING
THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID BALFOUR
How he was Kidnapped and Cast away; his Sufferings in a Desert Isle; his Journey in the Wild Highlands; his Acquaintance with Alan Breck Stewart and other notorious Highland Jacobites; with all that he suffered at the hands of his Uncle, Ebenezer Balfour of Shaws, falsely so-called: Written by Himself, and now set forth by
With SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATONS by W. B. HOLE, R.S.A.
FORTY-FIFTH THOUSAND
LONDON, PARIS & MELBOURNE
1895
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
DEDICATION.
My dear Charles Baxter,
If you ever read this tale, you will likely ask yourself more questions than I should care to answer: as for instance how the Appin murder has come to fall in the year 1751, how the Torran rocks have crept so near to Earraid, or why the printed trial is silent as to all that touches David Balfour. These are nuts beyond my ability to crack. But if you tried me on the point of Alan’s guilt or innocence, I thmk I could defend the reading of the text. To this day you will find the tradition of Appin clear in Alan’s favour. If you inquire, you may even hear that the descendants of “the other man” who fired the shot are in the country to this day. But that other man’s name, inquire as you please, you shall not hear; for the Highlander values a secret for itself and for the congenial exercise of keeping it. I might go on for long to justify one point and own another indefensible; it is more honest to confess at once how little I am touched by the desire of accuracy. This is no furniture for the scholar’s library, but a book for the winter evening school-room when the tasks are over and the hour for bed draws near; and honest Alan, who was a grim old fire-eater in his day, has in this new avatar no more desperate purpose than to steal some young gentleman’s attention from his Ovid, carry him awhile into the Highlands and the last century, and pack him to bed with some engaging images to mingle with his dreams.
As for you, my dear Charles, I do not even ask you to like this tale. But perhaps when he is older, your son will; he may then be pleased to find his father’s name on the fly-leaf; and in the meanwhile it pleases me to set it there, in memory of many days that were happy and some (now perhaps as pleasant to remember) that were sad. If it is strange for me to look back from a distance both in time and space on these bygone adventures of our youth, it must be stranger for you who tread the same streets—who may tomorrow open the door of the old Speculative, where we begin to rank with Scott and Robert Emmet and the beloved and inglorious Macbean—or may pass the corner of the close where that great society, the L. J. R., held its meetings and drank its beer, sitting in the seats of Burns and his companions. I think I see you, moving there by plain daylight, beholding with your natural eyes those places that have now become for your companion a part of the scenery of dreams. How, in the intervals of present business, the past must echo in your memory! Let it not echo often without some kind thoughts of your friend,
Skerryvore,
Bournemouth.
CONTENTS.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
| PAGE | |
| Sketch of the Cruise of the Brig Covenant, and the probable course of David Balfour’s wanderings Frontispiece | |
| “A main entrance it was plainly meant to be, but never finished” | 12 |
| “And then there came a blinding flash” | 35 |
| “Hoseason turned upon him with a flash” | 59 |
| “The man . . . had leaped up, and caught hold of the brig’s bowsprit” | 75 |
| “The song of the sword of Alan” | 94 |
| “Two hands were put to the helm, and Hoseason himself would sometimes lend a help” | 120 |
| “I still cried and waved to them” | 134 |
| “He cursed me once more in Gaelic and took himself off” | 148 |
| “The lawyer had caught him up, and held him in his arms” | 166 |
| “I was now alone upon the rock” | 195 |
| “So we . . . began to slip from rock to rock one after the other’’ | 203 |
| “We were lying on our backs, each with a dirk at his throat” | 225 |
| “And so here’s a toast to ye: ‘The Restoration!’” | 230 |
| “But Robin . . . struck into the slow measure of a pibroch” | 264 |
| “‘It is a very fine lass,’ he said at last” | 280 |
| “And ‘Good evening, Uncle Ebenezer,’ said I” | 311 |
Printed by Cassell & Company, Limited, La Belle Sauvage, London, E.C.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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