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Quite
at
the
top
,
and
just
before
the
rocky
face
of
the
cliff
sprang
above
the
foliage
,
we
found
that
strange
house
which
was
known
in
the
country
as
"
Cluny
's
Cage
.
"
The
trunks
of
several
trees
had
been
wattled
across
,
the
intervals
strengthened
with
stakes
,
and
the
ground
behind
this
barricade
levelled
up
with
earth
to
make
the
floor
.
A
tree
,
which
grew
out
from
the
hillside
,
was
the
living
centre-beam
of
the
roof
.
The
walls
were
of
wattle
and
covered
with
moss
.
The
whole
house
had
something
of
an
egg
shape
;
and
it
half
hung
,
half
stood
in
that
steep
,
hillside
thicket
,
like
a
wasp
's
nest
in
a
green
hawthorn
.
Within
,
it
was
large
enough
to
shelter
five
or
six
persons
with
some
comfort
.
A
projection
of
the
cliff
had
been
cunningly
employed
to
be
the
fireplace
;
and
the
smoke
rising
against
the
face
of
the
rock
,
and
being
not
dissimilar
in
colour
,
readily
escaped
notice
from
below
.
This
was
but
one
of
Cluny
's
hiding-places
;
he
had
caves
,
besides
,
and
underground
chambers
in
several
parts
of
his
country
;
and
following
the
reports
of
his
scouts
,
he
moved
from
one
to
another
as
the
soldiers
drew
near
or
moved
away
.
By
this
manner
of
living
,
and
thanks
to
the
affection
of
his
clan
,
he
had
not
only
stayed
all
this
time
in
safety
,
while
so
many
others
had
fled
or
been
taken
and
slain
:
but
stayed
four
or
five
years
longer
,
and
only
went
to
France
at
last
by
the
express
command
of
his
master
.
There
he
soon
died
;
and
it
is
strange
to
reflect
that
he
may
have
regretted
his
Cage
upon
Ben
Alder
.
When
we
came
to
the
door
he
was
seated
by
his
rock
chimney
,
watching
a
gillie
about
some
cookery
.
He
was
mighty
plainly
habited
,
with
a
knitted
nightcap
drawn
over
his
ears
,
and
smoked
a
foul
cutty
pipe
.
For
all
that
he
had
the
manners
of
a
king
,
and
it
was
quite
a
sight
to
see
him
rise
out
of
his
place
to
welcome
us
.
"
Well
,
Mr.
Stewart
,
come
awa
'
,
sir
!
"
said
he
,
"
and
bring
in
your
friend
that
as
yet
I
dinna
ken
the
name
of
.
"
"
And
how
is
yourself
,
Cluny
?
"
said
Alan
.
"
I
hope
ye
do
brawly
,
sir
.
And
I
am
proud
to
see
ye
,
and
to
present
to
ye
my
friend
the
Laird
of
Shaws
,
Mr.
David
Balfour
.
"
Alan
never
referred
to
my
estate
without
a
touch
of
a
sneer
,
when
we
were
alone
;
but
with
strangers
,
he
rang
the
words
out
like
a
herald
.
"
Step
in
by
,
the
both
of
ye
,
gentlemen
,
"
says
Cluny
.
"
I
make
ye
welcome
to
my
house
,
which
is
a
queer
,
rude
place
for
certain
,
but
one
where
I
have
entertained
a
royal
personage
,
Mr.
Stewart
--
ye
doubtless
ken
the
personage
I
have
in
my
eye
.
We
'll
take
a
dram
for
luck
,
and
as
soon
as
this
handless
man
of
mine
has
the
collops
ready
,
we
'll
dine
and
take
a
hand
at
the
cartes
as
gentlemen
should
.
My
life
is
a
bit
driegh
,
"
says
he
,
pouring
out
the
brandy
;
"
I
see
little
company
,
and
sit
and
twirl
my
thumbs
,
and
mind
upon
a
great
day
that
is
gone
by
,
and
weary
for
another
great
day
that
we
all
hope
will
be
upon
the
road
.
And
so
here
's
a
toast
to
ye
:
The
Restoration
!
"
