Heather and Snow by George MacDonald (top romance novels .TXT) 📖

CONTENTS

I. A RUNAWAY RACE
II. MOTHER AND SON
III. AT THE FOOT OF THE HORN
IV. DOG-STEENIE
V. COLONEL AND SERGEANT
VI. MAN-STEENIE
VII. CORBYKNOWE
VIII. DAVID AND HIS DAUGHTER
IX. AT CASTLE WEELSET
X. DAVID AND FRANCIS
XI. KIRSTY AND PHEMY
XII. THE EARTH-HOUSE
XIII. A VISIT FROM FRANCIS GORDON
XIV. STEENIE'S HOUSE
XV. PHEMY CRAIG
XVI. SHAM LOVE
XVII. A NOVEL ABDUCTION
XVIII. PHEMY'S CHAMPION
XIX. FRANCIS GORDON'S CHAMPION
XX. MUTUAL MINISTRATION
XXI. PHEMY YIELDS PLACE
XXII. THE HORN
XXIII. THE STORM AGAIN
XXIV. HOW KIRSTY FARED
XXV. KIRSTY'S DREAM
XXVI. HOW DAVID FARED
XXVII. HOW MARION FARED
XXVIII. HUSBAND AND WIFE
XXIX. DAVID, MARION, KIRSTY, SNOOTIE, AND WHAT WAS LEFT OF STEENIE
XXX. FROM SNOW TO FIRE
XXXI. KIRSTY SHOWS RESENTMENT
XXXII. IN THE WORKSHOP
XXXIII. A RACE WITH DEATH
XXXIV. BACK FROM THE GRAVE
XXXV. FRANCIS COMES TO HIMSELF
XXXVI. KIRSTY BESTIRS HERSELF
XXXVII. A GREAT GULF
XXXVIII. THE NEIGHBOURS
XXXIX. KIRSTY GIVES ADVICE
XL. MRS. GORDON
XLI. TWO HORSEWOMEN
XLII. THE LAIRD AND HIS MOTHER
XLIII. THE CORONATION
XLIV. KIRSTY'S TOCHER
XLV. KIRSTY'S SONG


CHAPTER I


A RUNAWAY RACE

Upon neighbouring stones, earth-fast, like two islands of an archipelago, in an ocean of heather, sat a boy and a girl, the girl knitting, or, as she would have called it, weaving a stocking, and the boy, his eyes fixed on her face, talking with an animation that amounted almost to excitement. He had great fluency, and could have talked just as fast in good English as in the dialect in which he was now pouring out his ambitions-the broad Saxon of Aberdeen.

He was giving the girl to understand that he meant to be a soldier like his father, and quite as good a one as he. But so little did he know of himself or the world, that, with small genuine impulse to action, and moved chiefly by the anticipated results of it, he saw success already his, and a grateful country at his feet. His inspiration was so purely ambition, that, even if, his mood unchanged, he were to achieve much for his country, she could hardly owe him gratitude.

'I'll no hae the warl' lichtly ( make light of ) me!' he said.

'Mebbe the warl' winna tribble itsel aboot ye sae muckle as e'en to lichtly ye!' returned his companion quietly.

' Ye do naething ither!' retorted the boy, rising, and looking down on her in displeasure. 'What for are ye aye girdin at me? A body canna lat his thouchts gang, but ye're doon upo them, like doos upo corn!'

'I wadna be girdin at ye, Francie, but that I care ower muckle aboot ye to lat ye think I haud the same opingon o' ye 'at ye hae o' yersel,' answered the girl, who went on with her knitting as she spoke.

'Ye'll never believe a body!' he rejoined, and turned half away. 'I canna think what gars me keep comin to see ye! Ye haena a guid word to gie a body!'

'It's nane ye s' get frae me, the gait ye're gaein, Francie! Ye think a heap ower muckle o' yersel. What ye expec, may some day a' come true, but ye hae gien nobody a richt to expec it alang wi' ye, and I canna think, gien ye war fair to yersel, ye wad coont yersel ane it was to be expeckit o'!'

'I tauld ye sae, Kirsty! Ye never lay ony weicht upo what a body says!'

That depen's upo the body. Did ye never hear maister Craig p'int oot the differ atween believin a body and believin in a body, Francie?'

'No-and I dinna care.'

'I wudna like ye to gang awa thinking I misdoobtit yer word, Francie! I believe onything ye tell me, as far as I think ye ken, but maybe no sae far as ye think ye ken. I believe ye, but I confess I dinna believe in ye-yet. What hae ye ever dune to gie a body ony richt to believe in ye? Ye're a guid rider, and a guid shot for a laddie, and ye rin middlin fest-I canna say like a deer, for I reckon I cud lick ye mysel at rinnin! But, efter and a',-'

'Wha's braggin noo, Kirsty?' cried the boy, with a touch of not ill-humoured triumph.

'Me,' answered Kirsty; '-and I'll do what I brag o'!' she added, throwing her stocking on the patch of green sward about the stone, and starting to her feet with a laugh. 'Is't to be uphill or alang?'

They were near the foot of a hill to whose top went the heather, but along whose base, between the heather and the bogland below, lay an irregular belt of moss and grass, pretty clear of stones. The boy did not seem eager to accept the challenge.

'There's nae guid in lickin a lassie!' he said with a shrug.

'There mith be guid in tryin to du't though-especially gien ye war lickit at it!' returned the girl.

'What guid can there be in a body bein lickit at onything?'

'The guid o' haein a body's pride ta'en doon a wee.'

'I'm no sae sure o' the guid o' that! It wud only hand ye ohn tried ( from trying ) again.'

'Jist there's what yer pride dis to ye, Francie! Ye maun aye be first, or ye'll no try! Ye'll never du naething for fear o' no bein able to gang on believin ye cud du 't better nor ony ither body! Ye dinna want to fin' oot 'at ye're naebody in particlar. It's a sair pity ye wunna hae yer pride ta'en doon. Ye wud be a hantle better wantin aboot three pairts o' 't.-Come, I'm ready for ye! Never min' 'at I'm a lassie: naebody 'ill ken!'

'Ye hae nae sheen ( shoes )!' objected the boy.

'Ye can put aff yer ain!'

'My feet's no sae hard as yours!'

'Weel, I'll put on mine. They're here, sic as they are. Ye see I want them gangin throuw the heather wi' Steenie; that's some sair upo the feet. Straucht up hill throuw the heather, and I'll put my sheen on!'

'I'm no sae guid uphill.'

'See there noo, Francie! Ye tak yersel for unco courteous, and honourable, and generous, and k-nichtly, and a' that-oh, I ken a' aboot it, and it's a' verra weel sae far as it gangs; but what the better are ye for 't, whan, a' the time ye're despisin a body 'cause she's but a quean, ye maun hae ilka advantage o' her, or ye winna gie her a chance o' lickin ye!-Here! I'll put on my sheen, and rin ye alang the laich grun'! My sheen's twice the weicht o' yours, and they dinna fit me!'

The boy did not dare go on refusing: he feared what Kirsty would say next. But he relished nothing at all in the challenge. It was not fit for a man to run races with a girl: there were no laurels, nothing but laughter to be won by victory over her! and in his heart he was not at all sure of beating Kirsty: she had always beaten him when they were children. Since then they had been at the parish school together, but there public opinion kept the boys and girls to their own special sports. Now Kirsty had left school, and Francis was going to the grammar-school at the county-town. They were both about fifteen. All the sense was on the side of the girl, and she had been doing her best to make the boy practical like herself-hitherto without much success, although he was by no means a bad sort of fellow. He had not yet passed the stage-some appear never to pass it in this world-in which an admirer feels himself in the same category with his hero. Many are content with themselves because they side with those whose ways they do not endeavour to follow. Such are most who call themselves Christians. If men admired themselves only for what they did, their conceit would be greatly moderated.

Kirsty put on her heavy tacketed ( hob-nailed ) shoes-much too large for her, having been made for her brother-stood up erect, and putting her elbows back, said,

'I'll gie ye the start o' me up to yon stane wi' the heather growin oot o' the tap o' 't.'

'Na, na; I'll hae nane o' that!' answered Francis.

'Fairplay to a'!'

'Ye'd better tak it!'

'Aff wi' ye, or I winna rin at a'!' cried the boy,-and away they went.

Kirsty contrived that he should yet have a little the start of her-how much from generosity, and how much from determination that there should be nothing doubtful in the result, I cannot say-and for a good many yards he kept it. But if the boy, who ran well, had looked back, he might have seen that the girl was not doing her best-that she was in fact restraining her speed. Presently she quickened her pace, and was rapidly lessening the distance between them, when, becoming aware of her approach, the boy quickened his, and for a time there was no change in their relative position. Then again she quickened her pace-with an ease which made her seem capable of going on to accelerate it indefinitely-and was rapidly overtaking him. But as she drew near, she saw he panted, not a little distressed; whereupon she assumed a greater speed still, and passed him swiftly-nor once looked round or slackened her pace until, having left him far behind, she put a shoulder of the hill between them.

The moment she passed him, the boy flung himself on the ground and lay. The girl had felt certain he would do so, and fancied she heard him flop among the heather, but could not be sure, for, although not even yet at her speed, her blood was making tunes in her head, and the wind was blowing in