ded in landing, about six in
the morning, on a part of the coast a league and a half to the east of
Edinburgh,[23] near the battlefield of Gladsmuir.' Here he parted with
his deliverers, tenderly embracing young Seton, and presenting to the
'somewhat sober' Cousselain a gratification beyond his hopes.

After taking a little of the food with which Mr. Seton had provided him,
he determined to seek refuge for a few days with an old governess, Mrs.
Blythe, wife of a small shipowner at Leith. Blythe himself was another
of the many 'rigid Calvinists and sworn enemies of the house of Stuart'
to whom Johnstone entrusted his safety during his wanderings, and never
once had occasion to repent it. Mr. Blythe, indeed, combined the
profession of Calvinist with that of smuggler, and had numerous hiding
places in his house for the concealment of contraband goods, which would
prove equally serviceable, as Johnstone told him, for 'the most
contraband and dangerous commodity that he had ever had in his
possession.'

Though Johnstone had reached the goal of his desires, his perils were by
no means at an end. English soldiers visited the house, and could with
difficulty be persuaded to admit the exemption pleaded by Mr. Blythe. In
consequence of this event, Johnstone accepted the offer of an asylum
made him by Lady Jane Douglas, in her place at Drumsheugh, half a
league away. So his dream came true, and after all his wanderings he was
safe with Lady Jane, telling the story of his adventures. He remained
with her for two months, unknown to anyone but his hostess and the
gardener, reading all day, and only taking a walk at night, when the
household was in bed. At the end of that time, when Lady Jane and his
father were of opinion that he might safely go to London, and thence
abroad, fresh rumours as to his whereabouts began to arise, and fearing
the immediate visit of a detachment of English soldiers, he was
concealed for a whole day under a huge haycock, so overcome by the heat
that he could hardly breathe, in spite of a bottle of water and another
of wine, with which he was provided.

This measure, which after all was needless, for no soldiers came, was
the last trial he had to undergo before leaving Scotland, and here we
must part from him. In France, which he made his home, he became the
friend of many eminent men, and was aide-de-camp in Canada to the
Marquis de Montcalm. But the end of his life was sad, and he died in
poverty.[24]