The Castle of Montgomery,
Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie,
There summer first unfolds her robes,
And there the langest tarry,
For there I took the last farewell
At the foot of the hill on which stood Castle Montgomery flowed the River Doon, winding2 and twisting itself through richly wooded scenery on its way to Ayr Bay. On the hillside of the stream stood the old stone dairy, covered with ivy3 and shaded by overhanging willows4. Within its cool, shady walls the merry lassies sang at their duties, with hearts as light and carefree as the birds that flew about the open door. Their duties over for the day, they had returned to their quarters in the long, low wing of the castle, and silence reigned5 supreme6 over the place, save for the trickling7 of the Doon splashing over the stones as it wended its tuneful way to join the waters of the Ayr.
Suddenly the silence was broken; borne on the evening breeze came the sound of a sweet, high voice singing:
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“Oh where and oh where is my Highland laddie gone,”
sang the sweet singer, plaintively9 from the hilltop. Nearer and nearer it approached as the owner followed the winding path down to the river’s bank. Suddenly the drooping10 willows were parted, and there looked out the fairest face surely that mortal eyes had ever seen.
About sixteen years of age, with ringlets of flaxen hair flowing unconfined to her waist, laughing blue eyes, bewitchingly overarched by dark eyebrows11, a rosebud12 mouth, now parted in song, between two rounded dimpled cheeks, such was the bonnie face of Mary Campbell, known to all around as “Highland Mary.” Removing her plaidie, which hung gracefully13 from one shoulder, she spread it on the mossy bank, and, casting herself down full length upon it, her head pillowed in her hand, she finished her song, lazily, dreamily, letting it die out, slowly, softly floating into nothingness. Then for a moment she gave herself up to the mere14 joy of living, watching the leaves as they fell noiselessly into the stream and were carried away, away until they were lost to vision. Gradually her thoughts became more centered. That particular spot was full of sweet memories to her. It was here, she mused15 dreamily, that she and Robert had parted a year ago. It was here on the banks of the Doon they so often had met and courted and loved, and here it was they had[19] stood hand in hand and plighted16 their troth, while the murmuring stream seemed to whisper softly, “For eternity17, for all eternity.” And here in this sequestered18 spot, on that second Sunday of May, they had spent the day in taking a last farewell. Would she ever forget it? Oh, the pain of that parting! Her eyes filled with tears at the recollection of her past misery19. But she brushed them quickly away with a corner of her scarf. He had promised to send for her when he was getting along well, and she had been waiting day after day for that summons, full of faith in his word. For had he not said as he pressed her to his heart:
“I hae sworn by the heavens to my Mary,
I hae sworn by the heavens to be true.
And so may the heavens forget me,
A whole year had passed. She had saved all her little earnings21, and now her box was nearly filled with the linen22 which she had spun23 and woven with her own fair hands, for she did not mean to come dowerless to her husband. In a few months, so he had written in his last letter, he would send for her to come to him, and they would start for the new country, America, where gold could be picked up in the streets (so she had heard it said). They could not help but prosper24, and so the child mused on happily. The sudden blast of a horn interrupted her sweet day dreams, and, hastily jumping to her feet,[20] with a little ejaculation of dismay she tossed her plaidie over her back, and, filling her pail from the brook25, swung it lightly to her strong young shoulder.
“An’ it’s o’ in my heart, I wish him safe at home,”
she trilled longingly26, as she retraced27 her steps up the winding path, over the hill, and back to the kitchen, where, after giving the pail into the hand of Bess, the good-natured cook, she leaned against the lintel of the door, her hands shading her wistful eyes, and gazed long and earnestly off to where the sun was sinking behind the horizon in far-off Irvine. So wrapped was she in her thoughts she failed to hear the whistle of Rory Cam, the Posty, and the bustle28 and confusion which his coming had created within the kitchen. The sharp little shrieks29 and ejaculations of surprise and delight, however, caused her to turn her head inquiringly. Looking through the open door, she saw Bess in the center of a gaping30 crowd of servants, reading a letter, the contents of which had evoked31 the delight of her listeners. “An’ he’ll be here this day,” cried Bess loudly, folding her letter. “Where’s Mary Campbell?” she demanded, looking around the room.
“Hae ye heard the news, then, lassie?” asked Bess, grinning broadly.
“Nay; what news?” inquired Mary, wondering why they all looked at her so knowingly.
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“I’ve just had word frae my sister in Irvine, an’ she said——” Here Bess paused impressively. “She said that Rob Burns was burnt out o’ his place, an’ that he would be comin’ hame to-day.” Bess, who had good-naturedly wished to surprise Mary, was quite startled to see her turn as white as a lily and stagger back against the door with a little gasp33 of startled surprise.
“It’s true as Gospel, lassie; I’ll read ye the letter,” and Bess started to take it out, but with a cry of joy Mary rushed through the door like a startled fawn35, and before the astonished maids could catch their breath she had lightly vaulted36 over the hedge and was flying down the hill and over the moor37 toward Mossgiel farm with the speed of a swallow, her golden hair floating behind her like a cloud of glorious sunshine. On, on she sped, swift as the wind, and soon Mossgiel loomed38 up in the near distance. Not stopping for breath, she soon reached the door, and without pausing to knock burst into the room.
Mrs. Burns had put the house in order and, with a clean ’kerchief and cap on, sat patiently at her wheel, waiting for Robert to come home, while Souter quietly sat in the corner winding a ball of yarn39 from the skein which hung over the back of the chair, and looking decidedly sheepish. When Mary burst in[22] the door so unceremoniously they both jumped expectantly to their feet, thinking surely it was Robert.
“Why, Mary lass, is it ye?” said Mrs. Burns in surprise. “Whatever brings ye over the day? not but we are glad to have ye,” she added hospitably40.
“Where is he, Mistress Burns, where’s Robbie?” she panted excitedly, her heart in her voice.
“He isna’ here yet, lassie,” replied Mrs. Burns, with a sigh. “But sit ye doon. Take off your plaidie and wait for him. There’s a girlie,” and she pushed the unresisting girl into a chair.
“Ye’re sure he isna’ here, Mistress Burns?” asked Mary wistfully, looking around the room with eager, searching eyes.
“Aye, lassie,” she replied, smiling; “if he were he wouldna’ be hidin’ from ye, dearie, and after a year of absence, too. But I ken8 he will be here soon noo.” And she went to the window and looked anxiously out across the moor.
“It seems so lang since he left Mossgiel, doesna’ it, Mistress Burns?” said Mary with a deep sigh of disappointment.
“An’ weel ye might say that,” replied Mrs. Burns. “For who doesna’ miss my laddie,” and she tossed her head proudly. “There isna’ another like Robbie in all Ayrshire. A bright, honest, upright, pure-minded lad, whom any mither might be proud of. I hope he’ll return to us the same laddie he was when[23] he went awa’.” The anxious look returned to her comely41 face.
An odd little smile appeared about the corners of Souter’s mouth as he resumed his work.
“Weel, noo, Mistress Burns,” he asked dryly, “do ye expect a healthy lad to be out in this sinful world an’ not learn a few things he didna ken before? ’Tis only human nature,” continued the old rogue42, “an’ ye can learn a deal in a year, mind that, an’ that reminds me o’ a good joke. Sandy MacPherson——”
“Souter Johnny, ye keep your stories to yoursel’,” interrupted Mrs. Burns with a frown. Souter’s stories were not always discreet43.
“Irvine and Mauchline are very gay towns,” continued Souter reminiscently. “They say some of the prettiest gurls of Scotlan’ live there, an’ I hear they all love Robbie Burns, too,” he added slyly, looking at Mary out of the corner of his eye.
“They couldna help it,” replied Mary sweetly.
“An’ ye’re nae jealous, Mary?” he inquired in a surprised tone, turning to look into the flushed, shy face beside him.
“Jealous of Robert?” echoed Mary, opening her innocent eyes to their widest. “Nay! for I ken he loves me better than any other lassie in the world.” And she added na?vely, “He has told me so ofttimes.”
“Ye needna fear, Mary,” replied Mrs. Burns,[24] resuming her place at the wheel. “I’ll hae no ither lass but ye for my daughter, depend on’t.”
“Thank ye, Mistress Burns,” said Mary brightly. “I ken I’m only a simple country lass, but I mean to learn all I can, so that when he becomes a great man he’ll no be ashamed of me, for I ken he will be great some day,” she continued, her eyes flashing, the color coming and going in her cheek as she predicted the future of the lad she loved. “He’s a born poet, Mistress Burns, and some day ye’ll be proud of your lad, for genius such as Rabbie’s canna always be hid.” Mrs. Burns gazed at the young girl in wonder.
“Oh, if someone would only encourage him,” continued Mary earnestly, “for I’m fair sure his heart is set on rhyming.”
“I ne’er heard of a body ever makin’ money writin’ verses,” interposed Souter, rubbing his chin reflectively with the ball of soft yarn.
“Ah, me,” sighed Mrs. Burns, her hands idle for a moment, “I fear the lad does but waste his time in such scribbling44. Who is to hear it? Only his friends, who are partial to him, of course, but who, alas45, are as puir as we are, and canna assist him in bringin’ them before the public. The fire burns out for lack of fuel,” she continued slowly, watching the flickering46 sparks die one by one in the fireplace. “So will his love of writin’ when he sees how hopeless it all is.” She paused and sighed deeply. “He maun[25] do mair than write verses to keep a wife and family from want,” she continued earnestly, and she looked sadly at Mary’s downcast face. “And, Mary, ye too will hae to work, harder than ye hae ever known, even as I have; so hard, dearie, that the heart grows sick and weary and faint in the struggle to keep the walf awa’.”
“I am no afraid of hard work,” answered Mary bravely, swallowing the sympathetic tears which rose to her eyes. “If poverty is to be his portion I shall na shrink from sharin’ it wi’ him,” and her eyes shone with love and devotion.
Mrs. Burns rose and put her arms lovingly about her. “God bless ye, dearie,” she said softly, smoothing the tangled47 curls away from the broad low brow with tender, caressing48 fingers.
“Listen!” cried Mary, as the wail49 of the bagpipes50 was heard in the distance. “’Tis old blind Donald,” and running to the window she threw back the sash with a cry of delight. “Oh, how I love the music of the pipes!” she murmured passionately51, and her sweet voice vibrated with feeling, for she thought of her home so far away in the Highlands and the dear ones she had not seen for so long.
“Isna he the merry one this day,” chuckled52 Souter, keeping time with his feet and hands, not heeding53 the yarn, which had slipped from the chair, and which was fast becoming entangled54 about his feet.
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“It’s fair inspirin’!” cried Mary, clapping her hands ecstatically. “Doesna it take ye back to the Highlands, Souter?” she asked happily.
“Aye, lassie,” replied Souter. “But it’s there among the hills and glens that the music of the pipes is most entrancin’,” he added loyally, for he was a true Highlander55. The strains of the “Cock of the North” grew louder and louder as old Donald drew near the farm, and Mary, who could no longer restrain her joyous56 impulse, with a little excited laugh, her face flushing rosily57, ran to the center of the room, where, one hand on her hip58, her head tossed back, she began to dance. Her motion was harmony itself as she gracefully swayed to and fro, darting59 here and there like some elfin sprite, her bare feet twinkling like will-o’-the-wisps, so quickly did they dart60 in and out from beneath her short plaid skirt. With words of praise they both encouraged her to do her best.
Louder and louder the old piper blew, quicker and quicker the feet of the dancer sped, till, with a gasp of exhaustion61, Mary sank panting into the big armchair, feeling very warm and very tired, but very happy.
“Ye dance bonnie, dearie, bonnie,” exclaimed Mrs. Burns delightedly, pouring her a cup of tea, which Mary drank gratefully.
“Oh, dearie me,” Mary said apologetically, putting down her empty cup, “whatever came o’er me? I’m a gaucie wild thing this day, for true, but I[27] canna held dancin’ when I hear the pipes,” and she smiled bashfully into the kind face bent62 over her.
“Music affects me likewise,” replied Souter, trying to untangle the yarn from around his feet, but only succeeding in making a bad matter worse. “Music always goes to my feet like whusky, only whusky touches me here first,” and he tapped his head humorously with his forefinger63.
“Souter Johnny, ye skellum!” cried Mrs. Burns, noticing for the first time the mischief64 he had wrought65. “Ye’re not worth your salt, ye ne’er-do-weel. Ye’ve spoiled my yarn,” and she glared at the crestfallen66 Souter with fire in her usually calm eye.
“It was an accident, Mistress Burns,” stammered67 Souter, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other in his efforts to free himself from the persistent68 embrace of the clinging yarn.
With no gentle hand Mrs. Burns shoved him into a chair and proceeded to extricate69 his feet from the tangled web which held him prisoner. Soon she freed the offending members and rose to her feet. “Noo gang awa’,” she sputtered70. “Ye’ve vexed71 me sair. Gang out and help Gilbert. I canna bide72 ye round.” Souter took his Tam O’Shanter, which hung over the fireplace, and ambled73 to the door.
“Very weel,” he said meekly74, “I’ll go. Souter Johnny can take a hint as weel as the next mon,” and he closed the door gently behind him and slowly wended his way across the field to where Gilbert was sitting, dreamily looking across the moor.
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reigned
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supreme
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trickling
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plaintively
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drooping
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eyebrows
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rosebud
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gracefully
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mused
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eternity
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sequestered
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misery
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earnings
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linen
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spun
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prosper
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bustle
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