chronicles of the canongate-第30章
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These expressions made it plain that poor Hamish was unconscious that two nights and a day had passed since he had drained the fatal quaigh； and Elspat had now to venture on what she felt as the almost perilous； as well as painful； task of explaining her machinations。
〃Forgive me； my son；〃 she said； approaching Hamish； and taking him by the hand with an air of deferential awe； which perhaps she had not always used to his father； even when in his moody fits。
〃Forgive you； mother！for what？〃 said Hamish； laughing； 〃for giving me a dram that was too strong； and which my head still feels this morning； or for hiding my bonnet to keep me an instant longer？ Nay； do YOU forgive ME。 Give me the bonnet； and let that be done which now must be done。 Give me my bonnet； or I go without it； surely I am not to be delayed by so trifling a want as thatI； who have gone for years with only a strap of deer's hide to tie back my hair。 Trifle not； but give it me； or I must go bareheaded； since to stay is impossible。〃
〃My son；〃 said Elspat； keeping fast hold of his hand； 〃what is done cannot be recalled。 Could you borrow the wings of yonder eagle； you would arrive at the Dun too late for what you purpose too soon for what awaits you there。 You believe you see the sun rising for the first time since you have seen him set； but yesterday beheld him climb Ben Cruachan； though your eyes were closed to his light。〃
Hamish cast upon his mother a wild glance of extreme terror； then instantly recovering himself； said； 〃I am no child to be cheated out of my purpose by such tricks as these。 Farewell； mother！ each moment is worth a lifetime。〃
〃Stay；〃 she said； 〃my dear； my deceived son； run not on infamy and ruin。 Yonder I see the priest upon the high…road on his white horse。 Ask him the day of the month and week； let him decide between us。〃
With the speed of an eagle； Hamish darted up the acclivity； and stood by the minister of Glenorquhy； who was pacing out thus early to administer consolation to a distressed family near Bunawe。
The good man was somewhat startled to behold an armed Highlander； then so unusual a sight； and apparently much agitated； stop his horse by the bridle； and ask him with a faltering voice the day of the week and month。 〃Had you been where you should have been yesterday； young man；〃 replied the clergyman； 〃you would have known that it was God's Sabbath； and that this is Monday； the second day of the week； and twenty…first of the month。〃
〃And this is true？〃 said Hamish。
〃As true；〃 answered the surprised minister； 〃as that I yesterday preached the word of God to this parish。 What ails you； young man？are you sick？are you in your right mind？〃
Hamish made no answer； only repeated to himself the first expression of the clergyman； 〃Had you been where you should have been yesterday；〃 and so saying； he let go the bridle； turned from the road； and descended the path towards the hut； with the look and pace of one who was going to execution。 The minister looked after him with surprise； but although he knew the inhabitant of the hovel； the character of Elspat had not invited him to open any communication with her； because she was generally reputed a Papist； or rather one indifferent to all religion； except some superstitious observances which had been handed down from her parents。 On Hamish the Reverend Mr。 Tyrie had bestowed instructions when he was occasionally thrown in his way； and if the seed fell among the brambles and thorns of a wild and uncultivated disposition； it had not yet been entirely checked or destroyed。 There was something so ghastly in the present expression of the youth's features that the good man was tempted to go down to the hovel； and inquire whether any distress had befallen the inhabitants； in which his presence might be consoling and his ministry useful。 Unhappily he did not persevere in this resolution； which might have saved a great misfortune； as he would have probably become a mediator for the unfortunate young man； but a recollection of the wild moods of such Highlanders as had been educated after the old fashion of the country； prevented his interesting himself in the widow and son of the far…dreaded robber； MacTavish Mhor； and he thus missed an opportunity； which he afterwards sorely repented； of doing much good。
When Hamish MacTavish entered his mother's hut； it was only to throw himself on the bed he had left； and exclaiming； 〃Undone； undone！〃 to give vent； in cries of grief and anger； to his deep sense of the deceit which had been practised on him； and of the cruel predicament to which he was reduced。
Elspat was prepared for the first explosion of her son's passion； and said to herself； 〃It is but the mountain torrent； swelled by the thunder shower。 Let us sit and rest us by the bank； for all its present tumult； the time will soon come when we may pass it dryshod。〃 She suffered his complaints and his reproaches； which were； even in the midst of his agony； respectful and affectionate； to die away without returning any answer； and when； at length； having exhausted all the exclamations of sorrow which his language； copious in expressing the feelings of the heart； affords to the sufferer； he sunk into a gloomy silence； she suffered the interval to continue near an hour ere she approached her son's couch。
〃And now；〃 she said at length； with a voice in which the authority of the mother was qualified by her tenderness； 〃have you exhausted your idle sorrows； and are you able to place what you have gained against what you have lost？ Is the false son of Dermid your brother； or the father of your tribe； that you weep because you cannot bind yourself to his belt； and become one of those who must do his bidding？ Could you find in yonder distant country the lakes and the mountains that you leave behind you here？ Can you hunt the deer of Breadalbane in the forests of America； or will the ocean afford you the silver…scaled salmon of the Awe？ Consider； then； what is your loss； and； like a wise man； set it against what you have won。〃
〃I have lost all； mother；〃 replied Hamish； 〃since I have broken my word； and lost my honour。 I might tell my tale； but who； oh； who would believe me？〃 The unfortunate young man again clasped his hands together； and； pressing them to his forehead； hid his face upon the bed。
Elspat was now really alarmed； and perhaps wished the fatal deceit had been left unattempted。 She had no hope or refuge saving in the eloquence of persuasion； of which she possessed no small share； though her total ignorance of the world as it actually existed rendered its energy unavailing。 She urged her son； by every tender epithet which a parent could bestow； to take care for his own safety。
〃Leave me；〃 she said； 〃to baffle your pursuers。 I will save your lifeI will save your honour。 I will tell them that my fair… haired Hamish fell from the Corrie Dhu （black precipice） into the gulf； of which human eye never beheld the bottom。 I will tell them this； and I will fling your plaid on the thorns which grow on the brink of the precipice； that they may believe my words。 They will believe； and they will return to the Dun of the double… crest； for though the Saxon drum can call the living to die； it cannot recall the dead to their slavish standard。 Then will we travel together far northward to the salt lakes of Kintail； and place glens and mountains betwixt us and the sons of Dermid。 We will visit the shores of the dark lake； and my kinsmenfor was not my mother of the children of Kenneth； and will they not remember us with the old love？my kinsmen will receive us with the affection of the olden time； which lives in those distant glens； where the Gael still dwell in their nobleness； unmingled with the churl Saxons； or with the base brood that are their tools and their slaves。〃
The energy of the language； somewhat allied to hyperbole； even in its most ordinary expressions； now seemed almost too weak to afford Elspat the means of bringing out the splendid picture which she presented to her son of the land in which she proposed to him to take refuge。 Yet the colours were few with which she could paint her Highland paradise。 〃The hills；〃 she said； 〃were higher and more magnificent than those of BreadalbaneBen Cruachan was but a dwarf to Skooroora。 The lakes were broader and larger； and abounded not only with fish； but with the enchanted and amphibious animal which gives oil to the lamp。 ＇The seals are considered by the Highlanders as enchanted princes。＇ The deer were larger and more numerous； the white… tusked boar； the chase of which the brave loved best； was yet to be roused in those western solitudes； the men were nobler； wiser； and stronger than the degenerate brood who lived under the Saxon banner。 The daughters of the land were beautiful； with blue eyes and fair hair； and bosoms of snow； and out of these she would choose a wife for Hamish； of blameless descent； spotless fame； fixed and true affection； who should be in their summer bothy as a beam of the sun； and in their winter abode as the warmth of the needful fire。〃
Such were the topics with which Elspat strove to soothe the despair of her son； and to determine him； if possible； to leave the fatal spot； on which he seemed resolved to linger。 The style of her rhetoric was poetical； but in other respects resembled that which； like other fond mothers； she had lavished on Hamish； while a child or a boy； in order to gain his consent to do something he had no mind to； and she spoke louder； quicker； and more earnestly； in proportion as she began to despair of her words carrying conviction。
On the mind of Hamish her eloquence made no impression。 He knew far better than she did the actual situation of the country； and was sensible that； though it might be possible to hide himself as a fugitive among more distant mountains； there was now no corner in the Highlands in which his father's profession could be practised； even if he had not adopted； from the improved ideas of the time when he lived； the opinion that the trade of the cateran was no longer the road to honour and distinction。 Her words were therefore poured into regardless ears； and she exhausted herself in vain in the attempt to paint the regions of her mother's kinsmen in such terms as might tempt Hamish to accompany her thither。 She spoke for hours； but she spoke in vain。 She could extort no answer； save groans and sighs and ejaculations； expressing the extremity of despair。
At length； starting on her feet； and changing the monotonous tone in which she had chanted； as it were； the praises of the province of refuge； into the short； stern language of eager passion〃I am a fool；〃 she said； 〃to spend my words upon an idle； poor… spirited； unintelligent boy； who crouches like a hound to the lash。 Wait here； and receive your taskmasters； and abide your chastisement at their hands； but do not think your mother's eyes will behold it。 I could not see it and live。 My eyes have looked often upon death； but never upon dishonour。 Farewell； Hamish！ We never meet again。〃
She dashed from the hut like a lapwing； and perhaps for the moment actually entertained the purpose which she expressed； of parting with her son for ever。 A fearful sight she would have been th
