pany me a little farther. For every toll of that bell, a brave man has yielded up his soul."
"Truly, Ranald, my trusty friend," said Dalgetty, "I will not deny that the case may be soon mine own; for I am so forfouchen, (being, as I explained to you, impeditus, for had I been expeditus, I mind not pedestrian exercise the flourish of a fife), that I think I had better ensconce myself in one of these bushes, and even lie quiet there to abide what fortune God shall send me. I entreat you, Ranald, to shift for yourself, and leave me to my fortune, as the Lion of the North, the immortal Gustavus Adolphus, my never-to-be-forgotten master, (whom you must surely have heard of, Ranald, though you may have heard of no one else), said to Francis Albert, Duke of Saxe-Lauenburgh, when he was mortally wounded on the plains of Lutzen. Neither despair altogether of my safety, Ranald, seeing I have been in as great pinches as this in Germany—more especially, I re-
