owland farmers continued to look moodily on the scene； Robin Oig determined to close it at any sacrifice。
〃Well； then；〃 said the young drover； giving the scabbard of the weapon to Hugh Morrison； 〃you Lowlanders care nothing for these freats。 Keep my dirk for me。 I cannot give it you； because it was my father's； but your drove follows ours； and I am content it should be in your keeping； not in mine。Will this do； Muhme？〃
〃It must；〃 said the old woman〃that is； if the Lowlander is mad enough to carry the knife。〃
The strong Westlandman laughed aloud。
〃Goodwife；〃 said he； 〃I am Hugh Morrison from Glenae； come of the Manly Morrisons of auld lang syne； that never took short weapon against a man in their lives。 And neither needed they。 They had their broadswords； and I have this bit supple〃showing a formidable cudgel； 〃for dirking ower the board； I leave that to John Highlandman。Ye needna snort； none of you Highlanders； and you in especial； Robin。 I'll keep the bit knife； if you are feared for the auld spaewife's tale； and give it back to you whenever you want it。〃
Robin was not particularly pleased with some part of Hugh Morrison's speech； but he had learned in his travels more patience than belonged to his Highland constitution originally； and he accepted the service of the descendant of the Manly Morrisons without finding fault with the rather depreciating manner in which it was offered。
〃If he had not had his morning in his head； and been but a Dumfriesshire hog into the boot； he would have spoken more like a gentleman。 But you cannot have more of a sow than a grumph。 It's shame my father's knife should ever slash a haggis for the like of him。〃
Thus saying； （but saying it in Gaelic）； Robin drove on his cattle； and waved farewell to all behind him。 He was in the greater haste； because he expected to join at Falkirk a comrade and brother in profession； with whom he proposed to travel in company。
Robin Oig's chosen friend was a young Englishman； Harry Wakefield by name； well known at every northern market； and in his way as much famed and honoured as our Highland driver of bullocks。 He was nearly six feet high； gallantly formed to keep the rounds at Smithfield； or maintain the ring at a wrestling match； and although he might have been overmatched； perhaps； among the regular professors of the Fancy； yet； as a yokel or rustic； or a chance customer； he was able to give a bellyful to any amateur of the pugilistic art。 Doncaster races saw him in his glory； betting his guinea； and generally successfully； nor was there a main fought in Yorkshire； the feeders being persons of celebrity； at which he was not to be seen if business permitted。 But though a SPRACK lad； and fond of pleasure and its haunts； Harry Wakefield was steady； and not the cautious Robin Oig M'Combich himself was more attentive to the main chance。 His holidays were holidays indeed； but his days of work were dedicated to steady and persevering labour。 In countenance and temper； Wakefield was the model of Old England's merry yeomen； whose clothyard shafts； in so many hundred battles； asserted her superiority over the nations； and whose good sabres； in our own time； are her cheapest and most assured defence。 His mirth was readily excited； for； strong in limb and constitution； and fortunate in circumstances； he was disposed to be pleased with every thing about him； and such difficulties as he might occasionally encounter were； to a man of his energy； rather matter of amusement than serious annoyance。 With all the merits of a sanguine temper； our young English drover was not without his defects。 He was irascible； sometimes to the verge of being quarrelsome； and perhaps not the less inclined to bring his disputes to a pugilistic decision； because he found few antagonists able to stand up to him in the boxing ring。
It is difficult to say how Harry Wakefield and Robin Oig first became intimates； but it is certain a close acquaintance had taken place betwixt them； although they had apparently few common subjects of conversation or of interest； so soon as their talk ceased to be of bullocks。 Robin Oig； indeed； spoke the English language rather imperfectly upon any other topics but stots and kyloes； and Harry Wakefield could never bring his broad Yorkshire tongue to utter a single word of Gaelic。 It was in vain Robin spent a whole morning； during a walk over Minch Moor； in attempting to teach his companion to utter； with true precision； the shibboleth LLHU； which is the Gaelic for a calf。 From Traquair to Murder Cairn； the hill rung with the discordant attempts of the Saxon upon the unmanageable monosyllable； and the heartfelt laugh which followed every failure。 They had； however； better modes of awakening the echoes； for Wakefield could sing many a ditty to the praise of Moll； Susan； and Cicely； and Robin Oig had a particular gift at whistling interminable pibrochs through all their involutions； and what was more agreeable to his companion's southern ear； knew many of the northern airs； both lively and pathetic； to which Wakefield learned to pipe a bass。 Thus； though Robin could hardly have comprehended his companion's stories about horse…racing； and cock…fighting； or fox…hunting； and although his own legends of clan…fights and CREAGHS； varied with talk of Highland goblins and fairy folk； would have been caviare to his companion； they contrived； nevertheless to find a degree of pleasure in each other's company； which had for three years back induced them to join company and travel together； when the direction of their journey permitted。 Each； indeed； found his advantage in this companionship； for where could the Englishman have found a guide through the Western Highlands like Robin Oig M'Combich？ and when they were on what Harry called the RIGHT side of the Border； his patronage； which was extensive； and his purse； which was heavy； were at all times at the service of his Highland friend； and on many occasions his liberality did him genuine yeoman's service。
CHAPTER II。
Were ever two such loving friends！ How could they disagree？ Oh； thus it was； he loved him dear； And thought how to requite him； And having no friend left but he； He did resolve to fight him。 DUKE UPON DUKE。
The pair of friends had traversed with their usual cordiality the grassy wilds of Liddesdale； and crossed the opposite part of Cumberland； emphatically called The Waste。 In these solitary regions the cattle under the charge of our drovers derived their subsistence chiefly by picking their food as they went along the drove…road； or sometimes by the tempting opportunity of a START AND OWERLOUP； or invasion of the neighbouring pasture； where an occasion presented itself。 But now the scene changed before them。 They were descending towards a fertile and enclosed country； where no such liberties could be taken with impunity； or without a previous arrangement and bargain with the possessors of the ground。 This was more especially the case； as a great northern fair was upon the eve of taking place； where both the Scotch and English drover expected to dispose of a part of their cattle； which it was desirable to produce in the market rested and in good order。 Fields were therefore difficult to be obtained； and only upon high terms。 This necessity occasioned a temporary separation betwixt the two friends； who went to bargain； each as he could； for the separate accommodation of his herd。 Unhappily it chanced that both of them； unknown to each other； thought of bargaining for the ground they wanted on the property of a country gentleman of some fortune； whose estate lay in the neighbourhood。 The English drover applied to the bailiff on the property； who was known to him。 It chanced that the Cumbrian Squire； who had entertained some suspicions of his manager's honesty； was taking occasional measures to ascertain how far they were well founded； and had desired that any enquiries about his enclosures； with a view to occupy them for a temporary purpose； should be referred to himself。 As however； Mr。 Ireby had gone the day before upon a journey of some miles distance to the northward； the bailiff chose to consider the check upon his full powers as for the time removed； and concluded that he should best consult his master's interest； and perhaps his own； in making an agreement with Harry Wakefield。 Meanwhile； ignorant of what his comrade was doing； Robin Oig； on his side； chanced to be overtaken by a good…looking smart little man upon a pony； most knowingly hogged and cropped； as was then the fashion； the rider wearing tight leather breeches； and long…necked bright spurs。 This cavalier asked one or two pertinent questions about markets and the price of stock。 So Robin； seeing him a well… judging civil gentleman； took the freedom to ask him whether he could let him know if there was any grass…land to be let in that neighbourhood； for the temporary accommodation of his drove。 He could not have put the question to more willing ears。 The gentleman of the buckskins was the proprietor； with whose bailiff Harry Wakefield had dealt； or was in the act of dealing。
〃Thou art in good luck； my canny Scot；〃 said Mr。 Ireby； 〃to have spoken to me； for I see thy c