And when he came to broken briggs,

He slacked his bow and swam;

And when he came to grass growing,

Set down his feet and ran.

Gil Morrice.

We return to Halbert Glendinning, who, as our readers may remember, took the high road to Edinburgh. His intercourse² with the preacher, Henry Warden³, from whom he received a letter at the moment of his deliverance, had been so brief, that he had not even learned the name of the nobleman to whose care he was recommended. Something like a name had been spoken indeed, but he had only comprehended that he was to meet the chief advancing towards the south, at the head of a party of horse. When day dawned on his journey he was in the same uncertainty⁵. A better scholar would have been informed by the address of the letter, but Halbert had not so far profited by Father Eustace’s lessons as to be able to decipher it. His mother-wit taught him that he must not, in such uncertain times, be too hasty in asking information of any one; and when, after a long day’s journey, night surprised him near a little village, he began to be dubious⁶ and anxious concerning the issue of his journey.

In a poor country, hospitality is generally exercised freely, and Halbert, when he requested a night’s quarters, did nothing either degrading or extraordinary. The old woman, to whom he made this request, granted it the more readily, that she thought she saw some resemblance between Halbert and her son Saunders, who had been killed in one of the frays⁷ so common in the time. It is true, Saunders was a short square-made fellow, with red hair and a freckled⁸ face, and somewhat bandy-legged, whereas the stranger was of a brown complexion⁹, tall, and remarkably¹⁰ well-made. Nevertheless, the widow was clear that there existed a general resemblance betwixt her guest and Saunders, and

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