first burst of her impatience； showering after him her maledictions； and in the next invoking them on her own head； so that they might spare her son's。 She passed that day and the next in all the vehemence of impotent and yet unrestrained passion； now entreating Heaven； and such powers as were familiar to her by rude tradition； to restore her dear son； 〃the calf of her heart；〃 now in impatient resentment； meditating with what bitter terms she should rebuke his filial disobedience upon his return； and now studying the most tender language to attach him to the cottage； which； when her boy was present； she would not； in the rapture of her affection； have exchanged for the apartments of Taymouth Castle。
Two days passed； during which； neglecting even the slender means of supporting nature which her situation afforded； nothing but the strength of a frame accustomed to hardships and privations of every kind could have kept her in existence； notwithstanding the anguish of her mind prevented her being sensible of her personal weakness。 Her dwelling at this period was the same cottage near which I had found her； but then more habitable by the exertions of Hamish； by whom it had been in a great measure built and repaired。
It was on the third day after her son had disappeared； as she sat at the door rocking herself； after the fashion of her countrywomen when in distress； or in pain； that the then unwonted circumstance occurred of a passenger being seen on the highroad above the cottage。 She cast but one glance at him。 He was on horseback； so that it could not be Hamish； and Elspat cared not enough for any other being on earth to make her turn her eyes towards him a second time。 The stranger； however； paused opposite to her cottage； and dismounting from his pony； led it down the steep and broken path which conducted to her door。
〃God bless you； Elspat MacTavish！〃 She looked at the man as he addressed her in her native language； with the displeased air of one whose reverie is interrupted； but the traveller went on to say； 〃I bring you tidings of your son Hamish。〃 At once； from being the most uninteresting object； in respect to Elspat； that could exist； the form of the stranger became awful in her eyes； as that of a messenger descended from heaven； expressly to pronounce upon her death or life。 She started from her seat； and with hands convulsively clasped together； and held up to Heaven； eyes fixed on the stranger's countenance； and person stooping forward to him； she looked those inquiries which her faltering tongue could not articulate。 〃Your son sends you his dutiful remembrance； and this；〃 said the messenger； putting into Elspat's hand a small purse containing four or five dollars。
〃He is gone！ he is gone！〃 exclaimed Elspat； 〃he has sold himself to be the servant of the Saxons； and I shall never more behold him！ Tell me； Miles MacPhadraickfor now I know youis it the price of the son's blood that you have put into the mother's hand？〃
〃Now； God forbid！〃 answered MacPhadraick； who was a tacksman； and had possession of a considerable tract of ground under his chief； a proprietor who lived about twenty miles off〃God forbid I should do wrong； or say wrong； to you； or to the son of MacTavish Mhor！ I swear to you by the hand of my chief that your son is well； and will soon see you； and the rest he will tell you himself。〃 So saying； MacPhadraick hastened back up the pathway； gained the road； mounted his pony； and rode upon his way。
CHAPTER III。
Elspat MacTavish remained gazing on the money as if the impress of the coin could have conveyed information how it was procured。
〃I love not this MacPhadraick；〃 she said to herself。 〃It was his race of whom the Bard hath spoken； saying； Fear them not when their words are loud as the winter's wind； but fear them when they fall on you like the sound of the thrush's song。 And yet this riddle can be read but one way： My son hath taken the sword to win that； with strength like a man； which churls would keep him from with the words that frighten children。〃 This idea； when once it occurred to her； seemed the more reasonable； that MacPhadraick； as she well knew； himself a cautious man； had so far encouraged her husband's practices as occasionally to buy cattle of MacTavish； although he must have well known how they were come by； taking care； however； that the transaction was so made as to be accompanied with great profit and absolute safety。 Who so likely as MacPhadraick to indicate to a young cateran the glen in which he could commence his perilous trade with most prospect of success？ Who so likely to convert his booty into money？ The feelings which another might have experienced on believing that an only son had rushed forward on the same path in which his father had perished； were scarce known to the Highland mothers of that day。 She thought of the death of MacTavish Mhor as that of a hero who had fallen in his proper trade of war； and who had not fallen unavenged。 She feared less for her son's life than for his dishonour。 She dreaded； on his account； the subjection to strangers； and the death…sleep of the soul which is brought on by what she regarded as slavery。
The moral principle which so naturally and so justly occurs to the mind of those who have been educated under a settled government of laws that protect the property of the weak against the incursions of the strong； was to poor Elspat a book sealed and a fountain closed。 She had been taught to consider those whom they call Saxons as a race with whom the Gael were constantly at war； and she regarded every settlement of theirs within the reach of Highland incursion as affording a legitimate object of attack and plunder。 Her feelings on this point had been strengthened and confirmed； not only by the desire of revenge for the death of her husband； but by the sense of general indignation entertained； not unjustly； through the Highlands of Scotland； on account of the barbarous and violent conduct of the victors after the battle of Culloden。 Other Highland clans； too； she regarded as the fair objects of plunder； when that was possible； upon the score of ancient enmities and deadly feuds。
The prudence that might have weighed the slender means which the times afforded for resisting the efforts of a combined government； which had； in its less compact and established authority； been unable to put down the ravages of such lawless caterans as MacTavish Mhor； was unknown to a solitary woman whose ideas still dwelt upon her own early times。 She imagined that her son had only to proclaim himself his father's successor in adventure and enterprise； and that a force of men； as gallant as those who had followed his father's banner； would crowd around to support it when again displayed。 To her Hamish was the eagle who had only to soar aloft and resume his native place in the skies； without her being able to comprehend how many additional eyes would have watched his flighthow many additional bullets would have been directed at his bosom。 To be brief； Elspat was one who viewed the present state of society with the same feelings with which she regarded the times that had passed away。 She had been indigent； neglected； oppressed since the days that her husband had no longer been feared and powerful； and she thought that the term of her ascendence would return when her son had determined to play the part of his father。 If she permitted her eye to glance farther into futurity； it was but to anticipate that she must be for many a day cold in the grave； with the coronach of her tribe cried duly over her； before her fair…haired Hamish could； according to her calculation； die with his hand on the basket…hilt of the red claymore。 His father's hair was grey； ere； after a hundred dangers； he had fallen with his arms in his hands。 That she should have seen and survived the sight was a natural consequence of the manners of that age。 And better it wassuch was her proud thoughtthat she had seen him so die； than to have witnessed his departure from life in a smoky hovel on a bed of rotten straw like an over…worn hound； or a bullock which died of disease。 But the hour of her young； her brave Hamish； was yet far distant。 He must succeedhe must conquer like his father。 And when he fell at lengthfor she anticipated for him no bloodless deathElspat would ere then have lain long in the grave； and could neither see his death… struggle nor mourn over his grave…sod。
With such wild notions working in her brain； the spirit of Elspat rose to its usual pitch； or； rather； to one which seemed higher。 In the emphatic language of Scripture； which in that idiom does not greatly differ from her own； she arose； she washed and changed her apparel； and ate bread； and was refreshed。
She longed eagerly for the return of her son； but she now longed not with the bitter anxiety of doubt and apprehension。 She said to herself that much must be done ere he could in these times arise to be an eminent and dreaded leader。 Yet when she saw him again； she almost expected him at the head of a daring band； with pipes playing and banners flying； the noble tartans fluttering free in the wind； in despite of the laws which had suppressed； under severe penalties； t