We came at last to the foot of an exceeding steep wood,which scrambled up a craggy hillside,and was crowned by a naked precipice.
"It's here,"said one of the guides,and we struck up hill.
The trees clung upon the slope,like sailors on the shrouds of a ship,and their trunks were like the rounds of a ladder,by which we mounted.
Quite at the top,and just before the rocky face of the cliff sprang above the foliage,we found that strange house which was known in the country as "Cluny's Cage."The trunks of several trees had been wattled across,the intervals strengthened with stakes,and the ground behind this barricade levelled up with earth to make the floor.A tree,which grew out from the hillside,was the living centre-beam of the roof.The walls were of wattle and covered with moss.The whole house had something of an egg shape;and it half hung,half stood in that steep,hillside thicket,like a wasp's nest in a green hawthorn.
Within,it was large enough to shelter five or six persons with some comfort.A projection of the cliff had been cunningly employed to be the fireplace;and the smoke rising against the face of the rock,and being not dissimilar in colour,readily escaped notice from below.
This was but one of Cluny's hiding-places;he had caves,besides,and underground chambers in several parts of his country;and following the reports of his scouts,he moved from one to another as the soldiers drew near or moved away.By this manner of living,and thanks to the affection of his clan,he had not only stayed all this time in safety,while so many others had fled or been taken and slain:but stayed four or five years longer,and only went to France at last by the express command of his master.
There he soon died;and it is strange to reflect that he may have regretted his Cage upon Ben Alder.
When we came to the door he was seated by his rock chimney,watching a gillie about some cookery.He was mighty plainly habited,with a knitted nightcap drawn over his ears,and smoked a foul cutty pipe.For all that he had the manners of a king,and it was quite a sight to see him rise out of his place to welcome us.
"Well,Mr.Stewart,come awa',sir!"said he,"and bring in your friend that as yet I dinna ken the name of.""And how is yourself,Cluny?"said Alan."I hope ye do brawly,sir.And I am proud to see ye,and to present to ye my friend the Laird of Shaws,Mr.David Balfour."Alan never referred to my estate without a touch of a sneer,when we were alone;but with strangers,he rang the words out like a herald.
"Step in by,the both of ye,gentlemen,"says Cluny."I make ye welcome to my house,which is a queer,rude place for certain,but one where I have entertained a royal personage,Mr.Stewart --ye doubtless ken the personage I have in my eye.We'll take a dram for luck,and as soon as this handless man of mine has the collops ready,we'll dine and take a hand at the cartes as gentlemen should.My life is a bit driegh,"says he,pouring out the brandy;"I see little company,and sit and twirl my thumbs,and mind upon a great day that is gone by,and weary for another great day that we all hope will be upon the road.And so here's a toast to ye:The Restoration!"Thereupon we all touched glasses and drank.I am sure I wished no ill to King George;and if he had been there himself in proper person,it's like he would have done as I did.No sooner had Itaken out the drain than I felt hugely better,and could look on and listen,still a little mistily perhaps,but no longer with the same groundless horror and distress of mind.
It was certainly a strange place,and we had a strange host.In his long hiding,Cluny had grown to have all manner of precise habits,like those of an old maid.He had a particular place,where no one else must sit;the Cage was arranged in a particular way,which none must disturb;cookery was one of his chief fancies,and even while he was greeting us in,he kept an eye to the collops.
It appears,he sometimes visited or received visits from his wife and one or two of his nearest friends,under the cover of night;but for the more part lived quite alone,and communicated only with his sentinels and the gillies that waited on him in the Cage.The first thing in the morning,one of them,who was a barber,came and shaved him,and gave him the news of the country,of which he was immoderately greedy.There was no end to his questions;he put them as earnestly as a child;and at some of the answers,laughed out of all bounds of reason,and would break out again laughing at the mere memory,hours after the barber was gone.
To be sure,there might have been a purpose in his questions;for though he was thus sequestered,and like the other landed gentlemen of Scotland,stripped by the late Act of Parliament of legal powers,he still exercised a patriarchal justice in his clan.Disputes were brought to him in his hiding-hole to be decided;and the men of his country,who would have snapped their fingers at the Court of Session,laid aside revenge and paid down money at the bare word of this forfeited and hunted outlaw.When he was angered,which was often enough,he gave his commands and breathed threats of punishment like any,king;and his gillies trembled and crouched away from him like children before a hasty father.With each of them,as he entered,he ceremoniously shook hands,both parties touching their bonnets at the same time in a military manner.Altogether,I had a fair chance to see some of the inner workings of a Highland clan;and this with a proscribed,fugitive chief;his country conquered;the troops riding upon all sides in quest of him,sometimes within a mile of where he lay;and when the least of the ragged fellows whom he rated and threatened,could have made a fortune by betraying him.
On that first day,as soon as the collops were ready,Cluny gave them with his own hand a squeeze of a lemon (for he was well supplied with luxuries)and bade us draw in to our meal.
