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Early
in
my
next
day
's
journey
I
overtook
a
little
,
stout
,
solemn
man
,
walking
very
slowly
with
his
toes
turned
out
,
sometimes
reading
in
a
book
and
sometimes
marking
the
place
with
his
finger
,
and
dressed
decently
and
plainly
in
something
of
a
clerical
style
.
This
I
found
to
be
another
catechist
,
but
of
a
different
order
from
the
blind
man
of
Mull
:
being
indeed
one
of
those
sent
out
by
the
Edinburgh
Society
for
Propagating
Christian
Knowledge
,
to
evangelise
the
more
savage
places
of
the
Highlands
.
His
name
was
Henderland
;
he
spoke
with
the
broad
south-country
tongue
,
which
I
was
beginning
to
weary
for
the
sound
of
;
and
besides
common
countryship
,
we
soon
found
we
had
a
more
particular
bond
of
interest
.
For
my
good
friend
,
the
minister
of
Essendean
,
had
translated
into
the
Gaelic
in
his
by-time
a
number
of
hymns
and
pious
books
which
Henderland
used
in
his
work
,
and
held
in
great
esteem
.
Indeed
,
it
was
one
of
these
he
was
carrying
and
reading
when
we
met
.
We
fell
in
company
at
once
,
our
ways
lying
together
as
far
as
to
Kingairloch
.
As
we
went
,
he
stopped
and
spoke
with
all
the
wayfarers
and
workers
that
we
met
or
passed
;
and
though
of
course
I
could
not
tell
what
they
discoursed
about
,
yet
I
judged
Mr.
Henderland
must
be
well
liked
in
the
countryside
,
for
I
observed
many
of
them
to
bring
out
their
mulls
and
share
a
pinch
of
snuff
with
him
.
I
told
him
as
far
in
my
affairs
as
I
judged
wise
;
as
far
,
that
is
,
as
they
were
none
of
Alan
's
;
and
gave
Balachulish
as
the
place
I
was
travelling
to
,
to
meet
a
friend
;
for
I
thought
Aucharn
,
or
even
Duror
,
would
be
too
particular
,
and
might
put
him
on
the
scent
.
On
his
part
,
he
told
me
much
of
his
work
and
the
people
he
worked
among
,
the
hiding
priests
and
Jacobites
,
the
Disarming
Act
,
the
dress
,
and
many
other
curiosities
of
the
time
and
place
.
He
seemed
moderate
;
blaming
Parliament
in
several
points
,
and
especially
because
they
had
framed
the
Act
more
severely
against
those
who
wore
the
dress
than
against
those
who
carried
weapons
.
This
moderation
put
it
in
my
mind
to
question
him
of
the
Red
Fox
and
the
Appin
tenants
;
questions
which
,
I
thought
,
would
seem
natural
enough
in
the
mouth
of
one
travelling
to
that
country
.
He
said
it
was
a
bad
business
.
"
It
's
wonderful
,
"
said
he
,
"
where
the
tenants
find
the
money
,
for
their
life
is
mere
starvation
.
(
Ye
do
n't
carry
such
a
thing
as
snuff
,
do
ye
,
Mr.
Balfour
?
No
.
Well
,
I
'm
better
wanting
it
.
)
But
these
tenants
(
as
I
was
saying
)
are
doubtless
partly
driven
to
it
.
James
Stewart
in
Duror
(
that
's
him
they
call
James
of
the
Glens
)
is
half-brother
to
Ardshiel
,
the
captain
of
the
clan
;
and
he
is
a
man
much
looked
up
to
,
and
drives
very
hard
.
And
then
there
's
one
they
call
Alan
Breck
--
"
"
Ah
!
"
I
cried
,
"
what
of
him
?
"
"
What
of
the
wind
that
bloweth
where
it
listeth
?
"
said
Henderland
.
"
He
's
here
and
awa
;
here
to-day
and
gone
to-morrow
:
a
fair
heather-cat
.
He
might
be
glowering
at
the
two
of
us
out
of
yon
whin-bush
,
and
I
wouldnae
wonder
!
Ye
'll
no
carry
such
a
thing
as
snuff
,
will
ye
?
"
