She fancied he was some exiled Jacobite, and was ready to hear a pitiful romance.

This at another time she would have readily got; but Ringan for the nonce was in a sober mood, and though he would talk of Breadalbane, was chary of touching on more recent episodes.

All she learned was that he was a great traveller, and had tried most callings that merit a gentleman's interest.
The day before, Shalah and I had explored the range to the south, keeping on the west side where we thought the enemy were likely to gather.

This day we looked to the side facing the Tidewater, a difficult job, for it was eaten into by the upper glens of many rivers.
The weather grew hot and oppressive, and over the lowlands of Virginia there brooded a sullen thundercloud.

It oppressed my spirits, and I found myself less able to keep up with Shalah.