sted all the exclamations of sorrow which his language； copious in expressing the feelings of the heart； affords to the sufferer； he sunk into a gloomy silence； she suffered the interval to continue near an hour ere she approached her son's couch。
〃And now；〃 she said at length； with a voice in which the authority of the mother was qualified by her tenderness； 〃have you exhausted your idle sorrows； and are you able to place what you have gained against what you have lost？ Is the false son of Dermid your brother； or the father of your tribe； that you weep because you cannot bind yourself to his belt； and become one of those who must do his bidding？ Could you find in yonder distant country the lakes and the mountains that you leave behind you here？ Can you hunt the deer of Breadalbane in the forests of America； or will the ocean afford you the silver…scaled salmon of the Awe？ Consider； then； what is your loss； and； like a wise man； set it against what you have won。〃
〃I have lost all； mother；〃 replied Hamish； 〃since I have broken my word； and lost my honour。 I might tell my tale； but who； oh； who would believe me？〃 The unfortunate young man again clasped his hands together； and； pressing them to his forehead； hid his face upon the bed。
Elspat was now really alarmed； and perhaps wished the fatal deceit had been left unattempted。 She had no hope or refuge saving in the eloquence of persuasion； of which she possessed no small share； though her total ignorance of the world as it actually existed rendered its energy unavailing。 She urged her son； by every tender epithet which a parent could bestow； to take care for his own safety。
〃Leave me；〃 she said； 〃to baffle your pursuers。 I will save your lifeI will save your honour。 I will tell them that my fair… haired Hamish fell from the Corrie Dhu （black precipice） into the gulf； of which human eye never beheld the bottom。 I will tell them this； and I will fling your plaid on the thorns which grow on the brink of the precipice； that they may believe my words。 They will believe； and they will return to the Dun of the double… crest； for though the Saxon drum can call the living to die； it cannot recall the dead to their slavish standard。 Then will we travel together far northward to the salt lakes of Kintail； and place glens and mountains betwixt us and the sons of Dermid。 We will visit the shores of the dark lake； and my kinsmenfor was not my mother of the children of Kenneth； and will they not remember us with the old love？my kinsmen will receive us with the affection of the olden time； which lives in those distant glens； where the Gael still dwell in their nobleness； unmingled with the churl Saxons； or with the base brood that are their tools and their slaves。〃
The energy of the language； somewhat allied to hyperbole； even in its most ordinary expressions； now seemed almost too weak to afford Elspat the means of bringing out the splendid picture which she presented to her son of the land in which she proposed to him to take refuge。 Yet the colours were few with which she could paint her Highland paradise。 〃The hills；〃 she said； 〃were higher and more magnificent than those of BreadalbaneBen Cruachan was but a dwarf to Skooroora。 The lakes were broader and larger； and abounded not only with fish； but with the enchanted and amphibious animal which gives oil to the lamp。 ＇The seals are considered by the Highlanders as enchanted princes。＇ The deer were larger and more numerous； the white… tusked boar； the chase of which the brave loved best； was yet to be roused in those western solitudes； the men were nobler； wiser； and stronger than the degenerate brood who lived under the Saxon banner。 The daughters of the land were beautiful； with blue eyes and fair hair； and bosoms of snow； and out of these she would choose a wife for Hamish； of blameless descent； spotless fame； fixed and true affection； who should be in their summer bothy as a beam of the sun； and in their winter abode as the warmth of the needful fire。〃
Such were the topics with which Elspat strove to soothe the despair of her son； and to determine him； if possible； to leave the fatal spot； on which he seemed resolved to linger。 The style of her rhetoric was poetical； but in other respects resembled that which； like other fond mothers； she had lavished on Hamish； while a child or a boy； in order to gain his consent to do something he had no mind to； and she spoke louder； quicker； and more earnestly； in proportion as she began to despair of her words carrying conviction。
On the mind of Hamish her eloquence made no impression。 He knew far better than she did the actual situation of the country； and was sensible that； though it might be possible to hide himself as a fugitive among more distant mountains； there was now no corner in the Highlands in which his father's profession could be practised； even if he had not adopted； from the improved ideas of the time when he lived； the opinion that the trade of the cateran was no longer the road to honour and distinction。 Her words were therefore poured into regardless ears； and she exhausted herself in vain in the attempt to paint the regions of her mother's kinsmen in such terms as might tempt Hamish to accompany her thither。 She spoke for hours； but she spoke in vain。 She could extort no answer； save groans and sighs and ejaculations； expressing the extremity of despair。
At length； starting on her feet； and changing the monotonous tone in which she had chanted； as it were； the praises of the province of refuge； into the short； stern language of eager passion〃I am a fool；〃 she said； 〃to spend my words upon an idle； poor… spirited； unintelligent boy； who crouches like a hound to the lash。 Wait here； and receive your taskmasters； and abide your chastisement at their hands； but do not think your mother's eyes will behold it。 I could not see it and live。 My eyes have looked often upon death； but never upon dishonour。 Farewell； Hamish！ We never meet again。〃
She dashed from the hut like a lapwing； and perhaps for the moment actually entertained the purpose which she expressed； of parting with her son for ever。 A fearful sight she would have been that evening to any who might have met her wandering through the wilderness like a restless spirit； and speaking to herself in language which will endure no translation。 She rambled for hours； seeking rather than shunning the most dangerous paths。 The precarious track through the morass； the dizzy path along the edge of the precipice or by the banks of the gulfing river； were the roads which； far from avoiding； she sought with eagerness； and traversed with reckless haste。 But the courage arising from despair was the means of saving the life which （though deliberate suicide was rarely practised in the Highlands） she was perhaps desirous of terminating。 Her step on the verge of the precipice was firm as that of the wild goat。 Her eye； in that state of excitation； was so keen as to discern； even amid darkness； the perils which noon would not have enabled a stranger to avoid。
Elspat's course was not directly forward； else she had soon been far from the bothy in which she had left her son。 It was circuitous； for that hut was the centre to which her heartstrings were chained； and though she wandered around it； she felt it impossible to leave the vicinity。 With the first beams of morning she returned to the hut。 Awhile she paused at the wattled door； as if ashamed that lingering fondness should have brought her back to the spot which she had left with the purpose of never returning； but there was yet more of fear and anxiety in her hesitationof anxiety； lest her fair…haired son had suffered from the effects of her potionof fear； lest his enemies had come upon him in the night。 She opened the door of the hut gently； and entered with noiseless step。 Exhausted with his sorrow and anxiety； and not entirely relieved perhaps from the influence of the powerful opiate； Hamish Bean again slept the stern； sound sleep by which the Indians are said to be overcome during the interval of their torments。 His mother was scarcely sure that she actually discerned his form on the bed； scarce certain that her ear caught the sound of his breathing。 With a throbbing heart； Elspat went to the fireplace in the centre of the hut； where slumbered； covered with a piece of turf； the glimmering embers of the fire； never extinguished on a Scottish hearth until the indwellers leave the mansion for ever。
〃Feeble greishogh；〃 ＇Greishogh； a glowing ember。＇ she said； as she lighted； by the help of a match； a splinter of bog pine which was to serve the place of a candle〃weak greishogh； soon shalt thou be put out for ever； and may Heaven grant that the life of Elspat MacTavish have no longer duration than thine！〃
While she spoke she raised the blazing light towards the bed； on which still lay the prostrate limbs of her son； in a posture that left it doubtful whether he slept or swooned。 As she advanced towards him； the light flashed upon his eyeshe started up in an instant； made a stride forward with his naked dirk in his hand； like a man armed to meet a mortal enemy； and exclaimed； 〃Stand off！on thy life； stand off！〃
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