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"
O
man
,
let
's
say
no
more
about
it
!
"
said
I.
"
We
're
neither
one
of
us
to
mend
the
other
--
that
's
the
truth
!
We
must
just
bear
and
forbear
,
man
Alan
.
O
,
but
my
stitch
is
sore
!
Is
there
nae
house
?
"
"
I
'll
find
a
house
to
ye
,
David
,
"
he
said
,
stoutly
.
"
We
'll
follow
down
the
burn
,
where
there
's
bound
to
be
houses
.
My
poor
man
,
will
ye
no
be
better
on
my
back
?
"
"
O
,
Alan
,
"
says
I
,
"
and
me
a
good
twelve
inches
taller
?
"
"
Ye
're
no
such
a
thing
,
"
cried
Alan
,
with
a
start
.
"
There
may
be
a
trifling
matter
of
an
inch
or
two
;
I
'm
no
saying
I
'm
just
exactly
what
ye
would
call
a
tall
man
,
whatever
;
and
I
dare
say
,
"
he
added
,
his
voice
tailing
off
in
a
laughable
manner
,
"
now
when
I
come
to
think
of
it
,
I
dare
say
ye
'll
be
just
about
right
.
Ay
,
it
'll
be
a
foot
,
or
near
hand
;
or
may
be
even
mair
!
"
It
was
sweet
and
laughable
to
hear
Alan
eat
his
words
up
in
the
fear
of
some
fresh
quarrel
.
I
could
have
laughed
,
had
not
my
stitch
caught
me
so
hard
;
but
if
I
had
laughed
,
I
think
I
must
have
wept
too
"
Alan
,
"
cried
I
,
"
what
makes
ye
so
good
to
me
?
What
makes
ye
care
for
such
a
thankless
fellow
?
"
"'
Deed
,
and
I
do
n't
know
"
said
Alan
.
"
For
just
precisely
what
I
thought
I
liked
about
ye
,
was
that
ye
never
quarrelled
:
--
and
now
I
like
ye
better
!
"
At
the
door
of
the
first
house
we
came
to
,
Alan
knocked
,
which
was
of
no
very
safe
enterprise
in
such
a
part
of
the
Highlands
as
the
Braes
of
Balquhidder
.
No
great
clan
held
rule
there
;
it
was
filled
and
disputed
by
small
septs
,
and
broken
remnants
,
and
what
they
call
"
chiefless
folk
,
"
driven
into
the
wild
country
about
the
springs
of
Forth
and
Teith
by
the
advance
of
the
Campbells
.
Here
were
Stewarts
and
Maclarens
,
which
came
to
the
same
thing
,
for
the
Maclarens
followed
Alan
's
chief
in
war
,
and
made
but
one
clan
with
Appin
.
Here
,
too
,
were
many
of
that
old
,
proscribed
,
nameless
,
red-handed
clan
of
the
Macgregors
.
They
had
always
been
ill-considered
,
and
now
worse
than
ever
,
having
credit
with
no
side
or
party
in
the
whole
country
of
Scotland
.
Their
chief
,
Macgregor
of
Macgregor
,
was
in
exile
;
the
more
immediate
leader
of
that
part
of
them
about
Balquhidder
,
James
More
,
Rob
Roy
's
eldest
son
,
lay
waiting
his
trial
in
Edinburgh
Castle
;
they
were
in
ill-blood
with
Highlander
and
Lowlander
,
with
the
Grahames
,
the
Maclarens
,
and
the
Stewarts
;
and
Alan
,
who
took
up
the
quarrel
of
any
friend
,
however
distant
,
was
extremely
wishful
to
avoid
them
.
Chance
served
us
very
well
;
for
it
was
a
household
of
Maclarens
that
we
found
,
where
Alan
was
not
only
welcome
for
his
name
's
sake
but
known
by
reputation
.
Here
then
I
was
got
to
bed
without
delay
,
and
a
doctor
fetched
,
who
found
me
in
a
sorry
plight
.
But
whether
because
he
was
a
very
good
doctor
,
or
I
a
very
young
,
strong
man
,
I
lay
bedridden
for
no
more
than
a
week
,
and
before
a
month
I
was
able
to
take
the
road
again
with
a
good
heart
.
