Bows and arrows! and why not weavers' beams, as in the days of Goliah?
Ah! that Dugald Dalgetty, of Drumthwacket, should live to see men fight with bows and arrows!--The immortal Gustavus would never have believed it--nor Wallenstein--nor Butler--nor old Tilly,--Well, Ranald, a cat can have but its claws--since bows and arrows are the word, e'en let us make the best of it.

Only, as I do not understand the scope and range of such old-fashioned artillery, you must make the best disposition you can out of your own head for MY taking the command, whilk I would have gladly done had you been to fight with any Christian weapons, is out of the question, when you are to combat like quivered Numidians.

I will, however, play my part with my pistols in the approaching melley, in respect my carabine unhappily remains at Gustavus's saddle .-- My service and thanks to you," he continued, addressing a mountaineer who offered him a bow; "Dugald Dalgetty may say of himself, as he learned at Mareschal-College, "Non eget Mauri jaculis, neque arcu, Nec venenatis gravida sagittis, Fusce, pharetra; whilk is to say--" Ranald MacEagh a second time imposed silence on the talkative commander as before, by pulling his sleeve, and pointing down the pass.

The bay of the bloodhound was now approaching nearer and nearer, and they could hear the voices of several persons who accompanied the animal, and hallooed to each other as they dispersed occasionally, either in the hurry of their advance, or in order to search more accurately the thickets as they came along.

They were obviously drawing nearer and nearer every moment.