第 61 节
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  me pretended tie of guardianship or relationship; which he does not deign to explain but which he seems to have been able to pass current on a silly country Justice and his knavish clerk; a right to direct and to control my motions。  The danger which awaited me in England; and which I might have escaped had I remained in Scotland; was doubtless occasioned by the authority of this man。 But what my poor mother might fear for me as a childwhat my English friend; Samuel Griffiths; endeavoured to guard against during my youth and nonage; is now; it seems; come upon me; and; under a legal pretext; I am detained in what must be a most illegal manner; by a person; foe; whose own political immunities have been forfeited by his conduct。  It matters notmy mind is made up neither persuasion nor threats shall force me into the desperate designs which this man meditates。  Whether I am of the trifling consequence which my life hitherto seems to intimate; or whether I have (as would appear from my adversary's conduct) such importance; by birth or fortune; as may make me a desirable acquisition to a political faction; my resolution is taken in either case。  Those who read this journal; if it shall be perused by impartial eyes; shall judge of me truly; and if they consider me as a fool in encountering danger unnecessarily; they shall have no reason to believe me a coward or a turncoat; when I find myself engaged in it。  I have been bred in sentiments of attachment to the family on the throne and in these sentiments I will live and die。  I have; indeed; some idea that Mr。 Herries has already discovered that I am made of different and more unmalleable metal than he had at first believed。  There were letters from my dear Alan Fairford; giving a ludicrous account of my instability of temper; in the same pocket…book; which; according to the admission of my pretended guardian; fell under the investigation of his domestic during the night I passed at Brokenburn; where; as I now recollect; my wet clothes; with the contents of my pockets; were; with the thoughtlessness of a young traveller; committed too rashly to the care of a strange servant。 And my kind friend and hospitable landlord; Mr。 Alexander Fairford; may also; and with justice; have spoken of my levities to this man。  But he shall find he has made a false estimate upon these plausible grounds; since
  I must break off for the present。
  CHAPTER IX
  LATIMER'S JOURNAL; IN CONTINUATION
  There is at length a haltat length I have gained so much privacy as to enable me to continue my journal。  It has become a sort of task of duty to me; without the discharge of which I do not feel that the business of the day is performed。  True; no friendly eye may ever look upon these labours; which have amused the solitary hours of an unhappy prisoner。  Yet; in the meanwhile; the exercise of the pen seems to act as a sedative upon my own agitated thoughts and tumultuous passions。  I never lay it down but I rise stronger in resolution; more ardent in hope。  A thousand vague fears; wild expectations; and indigested schemes; hurry through one's thoughts in seasons of doubt and of danger。  But by arresting them as they flit across the mind; by throwing them on paper; and even by that mechanical act compelling ourselves to consider them with scrupulous and minute attention; we may perhaps escape becoming the dupes of our own excited imagination; just as a young horse is cured of the vice of starting by being made to stand still and look for some time without any interruption at the cause of its terror。
  There remains but one risk; which is that of discovery。  But besides the small characters; in which my residence in Mr。 Fairford's house enabled me to excel; for the purpose of transferring as many scroll sheets as possible to a huge sheet of stamped paper; I have; as I have elsewhere intimated; had hitherto the comfortable reflection that if the record of my misfortunes should fall into the hands of him by whom they are caused; they would; without harming any one; show him the real character and disposition of the person who has become his prisonerperhaps his victim。  Now; however; that other names; and other characters; are to be mingled with the register of my own sentiments; I must take additional care of these papers; and keep them in such a manner that; in case of the least hazard of detection; I may be able to destroy them at a moment's notice。  I shall not soon or easily forget the lesson I have been taught; by the prying disposition which Cristal Nixon; this man's agent and confederate; manifested at Brokenburn; and which proved the original cause of my sufferings。
  My laying aside the last sheet of my journal hastily was occasioned by the unwonted sound of a violin; in the farmyard beneath my windows。  It will not appear surprising to those who have made music their study; that; after listening to a few notes; I became at once assured that the musician was no other than the itinerant; formerly mentioned as present at the destruction of Joshua Geddes's stake…nets; the superior delicacy and force of whose execution would enable me to swear to his bow amongst a whole orchestra。  I had the less reason to doubt his identity; because he played twice over the beautiful Scottish air called Wandering Willie; and I could not help concluding that he did so for the purpose of intimating his own presence; since what the French called the nom de guerre of the performer was described by the tune。
  Hope will catch at the most feeble twig for support in extremity。 I knew this man; though deprived of sight; to be bold; ingenious; and perfectly capable of acting as a guide。  I believed I had won his goodwill; by having; in a frolic; assumed the character of his partner; and I remembered that in a wild; wandering; and disorderly course of life; men; as they become loosened from the ordinary bonds of civil society; hold those of comradeship more closely sacred; so that honour is sometimes found among thieves; and faith and attachment in such as the law has termed vagrants。 The history of Richard Coeur de Lion and his minstrel; Blondel; rushed; at the same time; on my mind; though I could not even then suppress a smile at the dignity of the example when applied to a blind fiddler and myself。  Still there was something in all this to awaken a hope that; if I could open a correspondence with this poor violer; he might be useful in extricating me from my present situation。
  His profession furnished me with some hope that this desired communication might be attained; since it is well known that; in Scotland; where there is so much national music; the words and airs of which are generally known; there is a kind of freemasonry amongst performers; by which they can; by the mere choice of a tune; express a great deal to the hearers。  Personal allusions are often made in this manner; with much point and pleasantry; and nothing is more usual at public festivals; than that the air played to accompany a particular health or toast; is made the vehicle of compliment; of wit; and sometimes of satire。  'Every one must remember instances of this festive custom; in which the adaptation of the tune to the toast was remarkably felicitous。 Old Neil Gow; and his son Nathaniel; were peculiarly happy on such occasions。'
  While these things passed through my mind rapidly; I heard my friend beneath recommence; for the third time; the air from which his own name had been probably adopted; when he was interrupted by his rustic auditors。
  'If thou canst play no other spring but that; mon; ho hadst best put up ho's pipes and be jogging。  Squoire will be back anon; or Master Nixon; and we'll see who will pay poiper then。'
  Oho; thought I; if I have no sharper ears than those of my friends Jan and Dorcas to encounter; I may venture an experiment upon them; and; as most expressive of my state of captivity; I sang two or three lines of the 137th Psalm
  By Babel's streams we sat and wept。
  The country people listened with attention; and when I ceased; I heard them whisper together in tones of commiseration; 'Lack…a… day; poor soul!  so pretty a man to be beside his wits!'
  'An he be that gate;' said Wandering Willie; in a tone calculated to reach my ears; 'I ken naething will raise his spirits like a spring。'  And he struck up; with great vigour and spirit; the lively Scottish air; the words of which instantly occurred to me
  Oh whistle and I'll come t'ye; my lad;   Oh whistle and I'll come t'ye; my lad;   Though father and mother and a' should gae mad;   Oh whistle and I'll come t'ye; my lad。
  I soon heard a clattering noise of feet in the courtyard; which I concluded to be Jan and Dorcas dancing a jig in their Cumberland wooden clogs。  Under cover of this din; I endeavoured to answer Willie's signal by whistling; as loud as I could…
  Come back again and loe me   When a' the lave are gane。
  He instantly threw the dancers out; by changing his air to
  There's my thumb; I'll ne'er beguile thee。
  I no longer doubted that a communication betwixt us was happily established; and that; if I had an opportunity of speaking to the poor musician; I should find him willing to take my letter to the post; to invoke the assistance of some