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The Standard Bearer

CHAPTER VIII. THE MUSTER OF THE HILL FOLK

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ncerning my changes of opinion and stresses of spiritual conflict. But of these things I have written in extension elsewhere, and those wh

was fled and his son-in-law, William of Orange, landed I could not contain myself, but bade Hob and David to come with me and light a beacon-fire on t

shire and county, called and presided over by Duke Hamilton. But it was the bruit of the countryside that this

with dripping hill-caves and with sleeping out in the snell winds and biting frosts of many

le West is marching to Edinburgh!" cried in at the door the e

e of calm resolve and indomitable courage-the proven face of a soldier. He was in a fair{71}

brother of Earlstoun, who is come directly from the Prince of

ed in my heart, blazed up

ed the banner at Sanquhar and fought shoul

y mother's f

bow, the like of which for grace I had never seen in our land. It had so much of f

ears older since then-I fe

asant, yet it was indubitably t

h," said he, watching{72} my father's face, "to march with me

sharp, like the blade of a dagger which is drawn just an inch from its sheath and then returned. "There are three of us on th

but let me also strike a blow. I am as fit of my body as either Hob or

"there are your mother and sister to look aft

of powder and lead," cried my mother. "Anna and I shall be safer, aye, and the fuller of gladness

her eye on the ground, "let Quintin go, fathe

y father, "having John MacClell

arroch, give the lad his will. In time past I had my share of biding by the house while my eld

at Ardarroch a great polishing of accoutrement and grinding of swords, for during the late troubles the arms had been searched for over and over again. So it befel

gest straw, and I took the musket and a broad-bladed dagger, because I knew that our madcap David had set his heart on the basket-hilted sword to swing by his side, and

after its occupation by troops in the troubles-but at a farmhouse near by, where at the time were abiding M

ordon that no more than two of us were to go to Edinburgh on horseback, owin

draw lots!"

on of that, for that he and David must r

de on Kittle Kate, I will drown myself in the first six-inch

ts. Wider horizons beckoned us on. Intents and resolves, new and strange, thrilled us. I for one felt for the first time altogether a man, and I said within my heart as I looked at the musk

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The Standard Bearer
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“A book iron-grey and chill is this that I have written, the tale of times when the passions of men were still working like a yeasty sea after the storms of the Great Killing. If these pages should chance to be read when the leaves are greening, they may taste somewhat unseasonably in the mouth. For in these days the things of the spirit had lost their old authority without gaining a new graciousness, and save for one man the ancient war-cry of “God and the Kirk” had become degraded to “The Kirk and God.””
1 THE FOREWORD2 CHAPTER I. THE YEAR TERRIBLE3 CHAPTER II. THE BLOOD OF THE MARTYRS4 CHAPTER III. THE LITTLE LADY OF EARLSTOUN5 CHAPTER IV. MY SISTER ANNA6 CHAPTER V. I CONSTRUCT A RAFT7 CHAPTER VI. ACROSS THE MOONLIGHT8 CHAPTER VII. MY BROTHER HOB9 CHAPTER VIII. THE MUSTER OF THE HILL FOLK10 CHAPTER IX. I MEET MARY GORDON FOR THE SECOND TIME11 CHAPTER X. THE BLUE BANNER IS UP12 CHAPTER XI. THE RED GRANT13 CHAPTER XII. THE LASS IN THE KIRKYARD14 CHAPTER XIII. MY LADY OF PRIDE15 CHAPTER XIV. THE TALE OF MESS HAIRRY16 CHAPTER XV. ALEXANDER-JONITA17 CHAPTER XVI. THE CORBIES AT THE FEAST18 CHAPTER XVII. THE BONNY LASS OF EARLSTOUN19 CHAPTER XVIII. ONE WAY OF LOVE20 CHAPTER XIX. ANOTHER WAY OF LOVE21 CHAPTER XX. MUTTERINGS OF STORM22 CHAPTER XXI. THE EYES OF A MAID23 CHAPTER XXII. THE ANGER OF ALEXANDER-JONITA24 CHAPTER XXIII. AT BAY25 CHAPTER XXIV. MARY GORDON'S LAST WORD26 CHAPTER XXV. BEHIND THE BROOM27 CHAPTER XXVI. JEAN GEMMELL'S BARGAIN WITH GOD28 CHAPTER XXVII. RUMOUR OF WAR29 CHAPTER XXVIII. ALEXANDER-JONITA'S VICTORY30 CHAPTER XXIX. THE ELDERS OF THE HILL FOLK31 CHAPTER XXX. SILENCE IS GOLDEN32 CHAPTER XXXI. THE FALL OF EARLSTOUN33 CHAPTER XXXII. LOVE OR DUTY34 CHAPTER XXXIII. THE DEMONIAC IN THE GARRET35 CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CURSING OF THE PRESBYTERY36 CHAPTER XXXV. LIKE THE SPIRIT OF A LITTLE CHILD37 CHAPTER XXXVI. THE STONE OF STUMBLING38 CHAPTER XXXVII. FARE YOU WELL!39 CHAPTER XXXVIII. "I LOVE YOU, QUINTIN!"40 CHAPTER XXXIX. THE LAST ROARING OF THE BULL