onreith said when he
lit off his grey horse at the stable-door and turned him out after
riding him home from Rullion Green: "Thou hast done thy day's work,
Pentland. There is a park for thee to fill thy belly in for the rest of
thy days. No leg shall ever cross thy back again!"

So when I came to my own in the better days, I made it my care that
Donald was not forgotten; and all his labour in the future, till death
laid him low, was no more than a gentle exercise to keep him from
over-eating himself on the meadow-lands of Afton.

After the great day of dule, when Cameron was put down at Ayrsmoss and I
escaped in the manner I have told of, I made my way by the little
ferry-port of Cree, which is a sweet and still little town, to Maryport,
on the other side of the Solway, and thence in another ship for the Low
Countries.

When we came within sight of the land we found that it was dismally
grey, wearisome looking, and flat. The ship-men called it the Hook of
Holland. But this was not thought right for the port of our destination,
so we put to sea again, where we were too much tossed about for the
comfort of my stomach. Indeed, every one on board of the ship felt the
inconvenience; and two exceedingly pious women informed me that it
interfered with their religious duties. It was upon a Thursday night, at
six o'clock, that we arrived at an outlandish place called, as I think,
Zurichsee, where we met with much inhumanity and uncourteousness.
Indeed, unless a Scots merchant, accustomed to adventuring to the Low
Countries, had been of our company, it might have gone hardly with us,
for the barbarous folk had some custom of ill-treating strangers who
arrive upon a day of carnival. They entered our bark and began to
ill-treat us even with blows and by taking from us what of money we had.
But mercifully they were restrained before I had put my sword into them,
which, in their own country and engaged in ungodliness, it had been no
little folly to do.

Then also it grieved us very sore that we had five soldiers who had come
from Scotland with us--the very scum of the land. They called themselves
Captain Somerville's band; but if, indeed, they were any soldiers of his
Majesty's, then God help their captain in his command, for such a pack
of unwashed ruffians it never was my hap to see.

Specially did these men disquiet us upon the Sabbath-day. So dreadful
were their oaths and curses that we feared the boat would sink because
of