第75章 A LEGEND OF MONTROSE.(68)

"See him on board,if you will,Sir Duncan,"said Auchenbreck to his kinsman;"It must be my duty to prevent this spirit from spreading farther among us."

So saying,he threw himself among the ranks,entreating,commanding,and conjuring the soldiers,to remember their ancient fame and their present superiority;the wrongs they had to revenge,if successful,and the fate they had to dread,if vanquished;and imparting to every bosom a portion of the fire which glowed in his own.Slowly,meanwhile,and apparently with reluctance,Argyle suffered himself to be forced by his officious kinsmen to the verge of the lake,and was transported on board of a galley,from the deck of which he surveyed with more safety than credit the scene which ensued.

Sir Duncan Campbell of Ardenvohr,notwithstanding the urgency of the occasion,stood with his eyes riveted on the boat which bore his Chieftain from the field of battle.There were feelings in his bosom which could not be expressed;for the character of a Chief was that of a father,and the heart of a clansman durst not dwell upon his failings with critical severity as upon those of other men.Argyle,too,harsh and severe to others,was generous and liberal among his kinsmen,and the noble heart of,Ardenvohr was wrung with bitter anguish,when he reflected to what interpretation his present conduct might subject him.

"It is better it should be so,"said he to himself,devouring his own emotion;"but--of his line of a hundred sires,I know not one who would have retired while the banner of Diarmid waved in the wind,in the face of its most inveterate foes!"

A loud shout now compelled him to turn,and to hasten with all dispatch to his post,which was on the right flank of Argyle's little army.

The retreat of Argyle had not passed unobserved by his watchful enemy,who,occupying the superior ground,could mark every circumstance which passed below.The movement of three or four horsemen to the rear showed that those who retreated were men of rank.

"They are going,"said Dalgetty,"to put their horses out of danger,like prudent cavaliers.Yonder goes Sir Duncan Campbell,riding a brown bay gelding,which I had marked for my own second charger."

You are wrong,Major,"said Montrose,with a bitter smile,"they are saving their precious Chief--Give the signal for assault instantly--send the word through the ranks.--Gentlemen,noble Chiefs,Glengarry,Keppoch,M'Vourigh,upon them instantly!--Ride to M'Ilduy,Major Dalgetty,and tell him to charge as he loves Lochaber--return and bring our handful of horse to my standard.

They shall be placed with the Irish as a reserve."

CHAPTER XIX.

As meets a rock a thousand waves,so Inisfail met Lochlin.

OSSIAN.

The trumpets and bagpipes,those clamorous harbingers of blood and death,at once united in the signal for onset,which was replied to by the cry of more than two thousand warriors,and the echoes of the mountain glens behind them.Divided into three bodies,or columns,the Highland followers of Montrose poured from the defiles which had hitherto concealed them from their enemies,and rushed with the utmost determination upon the Campbells,who waited their charge with the greatest firmness.

Behind these charging columns marched in line the Irish,under Colkitto,intended to form the reserve.With them was the royal standard,and Montrose himself;and on the flanks were about fifty horse,under Dalgetty,which by wonderful exertions had been kept in some sort fit for service.

The right column of Royalists was led by Glengarry,the left by Lochiel,and the centre by the Earl of Menteith,who preferred fighting on foot in a Highland dress to remaining with the cavalry.

The Highlanders poured on with the proverbial fury of their country,firing their guns,and discharging their arrows,at a little distance from the enemy,who received the assault with the most determined gallantry.Better provided with musketry than their enemies,stationary also,and therefore taking the more decisive aim,the fire of Argyle's followers was more destructive than that which they sustained.The royal clans,perceiving this,rushed to close quarters,and succeeded on two points in throwing their enemies into disorder.With regular troops this must have achieved a victory;but here Highlanders were opposed to Highlanders,and the nature of the weapons,as well as the agility of those who wielded them,was equal on both sides.

Their strife was accordingly desperate;and the clash of the swords and axes,as they encountered each other,or rung upon the targets,was mingled with the short,wild,animating shrieks with which Highlanders accompany the battle,the dance,or indeed violent exertion of any kind.Many of the foes opposed were personally acquainted,and sought to match themselves with each other from motives of hatred,or a more generous emulation of valour.Neither party would retreat an inch,while the place of those who fell (and they fell fast on both sides)was eagerly supplied by others,who thronged to the front of danger.A steam,like that which arises from a seething cauldron,rose into the thin,cold,frosty air,and hovered above the combatants.

So stood the fight on the right and the centre,with no immediate consequence,except mutual wounds and death.