Salute to Adventurers | Page 4

clogged my footsteps.
About eight o'clock I awoke to the conviction that I was hopelessly lost,
and must spend the night in the wilderness. The rain still fell
unceasingly through the pit-mirk, and I was as sodden and bleached as
the bent I trod on. A night on the hills had no terrors for me; but I was
mortally cold and furiously hungry, and my temper grew bitter against
the world. I had forgotten the girl and her song, and desired above all
things on earth a dry bed and a chance of supper.
I had been plunging and slipping in the dark mosses for maybe two
hours when, looking down from a little rise, I caught a gleam of light.
Instantly my mood changed to content. It could only be a herd's cottage,
where I might hope for a peat fire, a bicker of brose, and, at the worst, a
couch of dry bracken.
I began to run, to loosen my numbed limbs, and presently fell headlong
over a little scaur into a moss-hole. When I crawled out, with peat
plastering my face and hair, I found I had lost my notion of the light's
whereabouts. I strove to find another hillock, but I seemed now to be in
a flat space of bog. I could only grope blindly forwards away from the
moss-hole, hoping that soon I might come to a lift in the hill.
Suddenly from the distance of about half a mile there fell on my ears

the most hideous wailing. It was like the cats on a frosty night; it was
like the clanging of pots in a tinker's cart; and it would rise now and
then to a shriek of rhapsody such as I have heard at field-preachings.
Clearly the sound was human, though from what kind of crazy human
creature I could not guess. Had I been less utterly forwandered and the
night less wild, I think I would have sped away from it as fast as my
legs had carried me. But I had little choice. After all, I reflected, the
worst bedlamite must have food and shelter, and, unless the gleam had
been a will-o'-the-wisp, I foresaw a fire. So I hastened in the direction
of the noise.
I came on it suddenly in a hollow of the moss. There stood a ruined
sheepfold, and in the corner of two walls some plaids had been
stretched to make a tent. Before this burned a big fire of heather roots
and bog-wood, which hissed and crackled in the rain. Round it squatted
a score of women, with plaids drawn tight over their heads, who rocked
and moaned like a flight of witches, and two--three men were on their
knees at the edge of the ashes. But what caught my eye was the figure
that stood before the tent. It was a long fellow, who held his arms to
heaven, and sang in a great throaty voice the wild dirge I had been
listening to. He held a book in one hand, from which he would pluck
leaves and cast them on the fire, and at every burnt-offering a wail of
ecstasy would go up from the hooded women and kneeling men. Then
with a final howl he hurled what remained of his book into the flames,
and with upraised hands began some sort of prayer.
I would have fled if I could; but Providence willed it otherwise. The
edge of the bank on which I stood had been rotted by the rain, and the
whole thing gave under my feet. I slithered down into the sheepfold,
and pitched headforemost among the worshipping women. And at that,
with a yell, the long man leaped over the fire and had me by the throat.
My bones were too sore and weary to make resistance. He dragged me
to the ground before the tent, while the rest set up a skirling that
deafened my wits. There he plumped me down, and stood glowering at
me like a cat with a sparrow.
"Who are ye, and what do ye here, disturbing the remnant of Israel?"

says he.
I had no breath in me to speak, so one of the men answered.
"Some gangrel body, precious Mr. John," he said.
"Nay," said another; "it's a spy o' the Amalekites."
"It's a herd frae Linton way," spoke up a woman. "He favours the look
of one Zebedee Linklater."
The long man silenced her. "The word of the Lord came unto His
prophet Gib, saying, Smite and spare not, for the cup of the
abominations of Babylon is now full. The hour cometh, yea, it is at
hand, when the elect of the earth, meaning me and two--three others,
will be enthroned above the Gentiles, and Dagon and Baal will be