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Chapter 12

           Itwasatthistimeweheardeachother’sstories,whichwasthemoreimportanttome,asIgainedsomeknowledgeofthatwildHighlandcountryonwhichIwassosoontoland.Inthosedays,socloseonthebackofthegreatrebellion,itwasneedfulamanshouldknowwhathewasdoingwhenhewentupontheheather.

           ItwasIthatshowedtheexample,tellinghimallmymisfortune;whichheheardwithgreatgood-nature.Only,whenIcametomentionthatgoodfriendofmine,Mr.Campbelltheminister,Alanfiredupandcriedoutthathehatedallthatwereofthatname.

           “Why,”saidI,“heisamanyoushouldbeproudtogiveyourhandto.”

           “IknownothingIwouldhelpaCampbellto,”sayshe,“unlessitwasaleadenbullet.Iwouldhuntallofthatnamelikeblackcocks.IfIlaydying,Iwouldcrawluponmykneestomychamberwindowforashotatone.”

           “Why,Alan,”Icried,“whatailsyeattheCampbells?”

           “Well,”sayshe,“yekenverywellthatIamanAppinStewart,andtheCampbellshavelongharriedandwastedthoseofmyname;ay,andgotlandsofusbytreacherybutneverwiththesword,”hecriedloudly,andwiththewordbroughtdownhisfistuponthetable.ButIpaidthelessattentiontothis,forIknewitwasusuallysaidbythosewhohavetheunderhand.“There’smorethanthat,”hecontinued,“andallinthesamestory:lyingwords,lyingpapers,tricksfitforapeddler,andtheshowofwhat’slegaloverall,tomakeamanthemoreangry.

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