'How many of these brave fellows will sleep more soundly before to-morrow night, Fergus!' said Waverley, with an involuntary sigh.
'You must not think of that,' answered Fergus, whose ideas were entirely military.

'You must only think of your sword, and by whom it was given.
All other reflections are now TOO LATE.' With the opiate contained in this undeniable remark, Edward endeavoured to lull the tumult of his conflicting feelings.

The Chieftain and he, combining their plaids, made a comfortable and warm couch.

Callum, sitting down at their head (for it was his duty to watch upon the immediate person of the Chief), began a long mournful song in Gaelic, to a low and uniform tune, which, like the sound of the wind at a distance, soon lulled them to sleep..