[The Antiquary by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookThe Antiquary CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURTH 2/29
The lights glanced on headlands and capes and inland hills, and the whole district was alarmed by the signal of invasion.
* * Note J.Alarms of Invasion. Our Antiquary, his head wrapped warm in two double night-caps, was quietly enjoying his repose, when it was suddenly broken by the screams of his sister, his niece, and two maid-servants. "What the devil is the matter ?" said he, starting up in his bed-- "womankind in my room at this hour of night!--are ye all mad ?" "The beacon, uncle!" said Miss M'Intyre. "The French coming to murder us!" screamed Miss Griselda. "The beacon! the beacon!--the French! the French!--murder! murder! and waur than murder!"-- cried the two handmaidens, like the chorus of an opera. [Illustration: The Antiquary Arming] "The French ?" said Oldbuck, starting up--"get out of the room, womankind that you are, till I get my things on--And hark ye, bring me my sword." "Whilk o' them, Monkbarns ?" cried his sister, offering a Roman falchion of brass with the one hand, and with the other an Andrea Ferrara without a handle. "The langest, the langest," cried Jenny Rintherout, dragging in a two-handed sword of the twelfth century. "Womankind," said Oldbuck in great agitation, "be composed, and do not give way to vain terror--Are you sure they are come ?" "Sure, sure!" exclaimed Jenny--"ower sure!--a' the sea fencibles, and the land fencibles, and the volunteers and yeomanry, are on fit, and driving to Fairport as hard as horse and man can gang--and auld Mucklebackit's gane wi' the lave--muckle gude he'll do!--Hech, sirs!--he'll be missed the morn wha wad hae served king and country weel!" "Give me," said Oldbuck, "the sword which my father wore in the year forty-five--it hath no belt or baldrick--but we'll make shift." So saying he thrust the weapon through the cover of his breeches pocket. At this moment Hector entered, who had been to a neighbouring height to ascertain whether the alarm was actual. "Where are your arms, nephew ?" exclaimed Oldbuck--"where is your double-barrelled gun, that was never out of your hand when there was no occasion for such vanities ?" "Pooh! pooh! sir," said Hector, "who ever took a fowling-piece on action? I have got my uniform on, you see--I hope I shall be of more use if they will give me a command than I could be with ten double-barrels. And you, sir, must get to Fairport, to give directions for quartering and maintaining the men and horses, and preventing confusion." "You are right, Hector,--l believe I shall do as much with my head as my hand too.
But here comes Sir Arthur Wardour, who, between ourselves, is not fit to accomplish much either one way or the other." Sir Arthur was probably of a different opinion; for, dressed in his lieutenancy uniform, he was also on the road to Fairport, and called in his way to take Mr.Oldbuck with him, having had his original opinion of his sagacity much confirmed by late events.
And in spite of all the entreaties of the womankind that the Antiquary would stay to garrison Monkbarns, Mr.Oldbuck, with his nephew, instantly accepted Sir Arthur's offer. Those who have witnessed such a scene can alone conceive the state of bustle in Fairport.
The windows were glancing with a hundred lights, which, appearing and disappearing rapidly, indicated the confusion within doors.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|