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It
was
now
high
day
,
cloudless
,
and
very
hot
.
The
valley
was
as
clear
as
in
a
picture
.
About
half
a
mile
up
the
water
was
a
camp
of
red-coats
;
a
big
fire
blazed
in
their
midst
,
at
which
some
were
cooking
;
and
near
by
,
on
the
top
of
a
rock
about
as
high
as
ours
,
there
stood
a
sentry
,
with
the
sun
sparkling
on
his
arms
.
All
the
way
down
along
the
river-side
were
posted
other
sentries
;
here
near
together
,
there
widelier
scattered
;
some
planted
like
the
first
,
on
places
of
command
,
some
on
the
ground
level
and
marching
and
counter-marching
,
so
as
to
meet
half-way
.
Higher
up
the
glen
,
where
the
ground
was
more
open
,
the
chain
of
posts
was
continued
by
horse-soldiers
,
whom
we
could
see
in
the
distance
riding
to
and
fro
.
Lower
down
,
the
infantry
continued
;
but
as
the
stream
was
suddenly
swelled
by
the
confluence
of
a
considerable
burn
,
they
were
more
widely
set
,
and
only
watched
the
fords
and
stepping-stones
.
I
took
but
one
look
at
them
,
and
ducked
again
into
my
place
.
It
was
strange
indeed
to
see
this
valley
,
which
had
lain
so
solitary
in
the
hour
of
dawn
,
bristling
with
arms
and
dotted
with
the
red
coats
and
breeches
.
"
Ye
see
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
this
was
what
I
was
afraid
of
,
Davie
:
that
they
would
watch
the
burn-side
.
They
began
to
come
in
about
two
hours
ago
,
and
,
man
!
but
ye
're
a
grand
hand
at
the
sleeping
!
We
're
in
a
narrow
place
.
If
they
get
up
the
sides
of
the
hill
,
they
could
easy
spy
us
with
a
glass
;
but
if
they
'll
only
keep
in
the
foot
of
the
valley
,
we
'll
do
yet
.
The
posts
are
thinner
down
the
water
;
and
,
come
night
,
we
'll
try
our
hand
at
getting
by
them
.
"
"
And
what
are
we
to
do
till
night
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Lie
here
,
"
says
he
,
"
and
birstle
.
"
That
one
good
Scotch
word
,
"
birstle
,
"
was
indeed
the
most
of
the
story
of
the
day
that
we
had
now
to
pass
.
You
are
to
remember
that
we
lay
on
the
bare
top
of
a
rock
,
like
scones
upon
a
girdle
;
the
sun
beat
upon
us
cruelly
;
the
rock
grew
so
heated
,
a
man
could
scarce
endure
the
touch
of
it
;
and
the
little
patch
of
earth
and
fern
,
which
kept
cooler
,
was
only
large
enough
for
one
at
a
time
.
We
took
turn
about
to
lie
on
the
naked
rock
,
which
was
indeed
like
the
position
of
that
saint
that
was
martyred
on
a
gridiron
;
and
it
ran
in
my
mind
how
strange
it
was
,
that
in
the
same
climate
and
at
only
a
few
days
'
distance
,
I
should
have
suffered
so
cruelly
,
first
from
cold
upon
my
island
and
now
from
heat
upon
this
rock
.
All
the
while
we
had
no
water
,
only
raw
brandy
for
a
drink
,
which
was
worse
than
nothing
;
but
we
kept
the
bottle
as
cool
as
we
could
,
burying
it
in
the
earth
,
and
got
some
relief
by
bathing
our
breasts
and
temples
.
The
soldiers
kept
stirring
all
day
in
the
bottom
of
the
valley
,
now
changing
guard
,
now
in
patrolling
parties
hunting
among
the
rocks
.
These
lay
round
in
so
great
a
number
,
that
to
look
for
men
among
them
was
like
looking
for
a
needle
in
a
bottle
of
hay
;
and
being
so
hopeless
a
task
,
it
was
gone
about
with
the
less
care
.
Yet
we
could
see
the
soldiers
pike
their
bayonets
among
the
heather
,
which
sent
a
cold
thrill
into
my
vitals
;
and
they
would
sometimes
hang
about
our
rock
,
so
that
we
scarce
dared
to
breathe
.
It
was
in
this
way
that
I
first
heard
the
right
English
speech
;
one
fellow
as
he
went
by
actually
clapping
his
hand
upon
the
sunny
face
of
the
rock
on
which
we
lay
,
and
plucking
it
off
again
with
an
oath
.
"
I
tell
you
it
's
'
ot
,
"
says
he
;
and
I
was
amazed
at
the
clipping
tones
and
the
odd
sing-song
in
which
he
spoke
,
and
no
less
at
that
strange
trick
of
dropping
out
the
letter
"
h.
"
To
be
sure
,
I
had
heard
Ransome
;
but
he
had
taken
his
ways
from
all
sorts
of
people
,
and
spoke
so
imperfectly
at
the
best
,
that
I
set
down
the
most
of
it
to
childishness
.
My
surprise
was
all
the
greater
to
hear
that
manner
of
speaking
in
the
mouth
of
a
grown
man
;
and
indeed
I
have
never
grown
used
to
it
;
nor
yet
altogether
with
the
English
grammar
,
as
perhaps
a
very
critical
eye
might
here
and
there
spy
out
even
in
these
memoirs
.
