第17章

The pawkie auld carle cam ower the lea, Wi' mony good-e'ens and good-morrows to me, Saying, Kind Sir, for your courtesy, Will ye lodge a silly puir man?

The Gaberlunzie Man.

Our two friends moved through a little orchard, where the aged apple-trees, well loaded with fruit, showed, as is usual in the neighbourhood of monastic buildings, that the days of the monks had not always been spent in indolence, but often dedicated to horticulture and gardening.Mr.Oldbuck failed not to make Lovel remark, that the planters of those days were possessed of the modern secret of preventing the roots of the fruit-trees from penetrating the till, and compelling them to spread in a lateral direction, by placing paving-stones beneath the trees when first planted, so as to interpose between their fibres and the subsoil.``This old fellow,'' he said, ``which was blown down last summer, and still, though half reclined on the ground, is covered with fruit, has been, as you may see, accommodated with such a barrier between his roots and the unkindly till.That other tree has a story:--the fruit is called the Abbot's Apple; the lady of a neighbouring baron was so fond of it, that she would often pay a visit to Monkbarns, to have the pleasure of gathering it from the tree.The husband, a jealous man, belike, suspected that a taste so nearly resembling that of Mother Eve prognosticated a similar fall.As the honour of a noble family is concerned, I will say no more on the subject, only that the lands of Lochard and Cringlecut still pay a fine of six bolls of barley annually, to atone the guilt of their audacious owner, who intruded himself and his worldly suspicions upon the seclusion of the Abbot and his penitent.--Admire the little belfry rising above the ivy-mantled porch--there was here a _hospitium, hospitals,_ or _hospitamentum_ (for it is written all these various ways in the old writings and evidents), in which the monks received pilgrims.I know our minister has said, in the Statistical Account, that the _hospitium_was situated either in the lands of Haltweary or upon those of Half-starvet; but he is incorrect, Mr.Lovel--that is the gate called still the Palmer's Port, and my gardener found many hewn stones, when he was trenching the ground for winter celery, several of which I have sent as specimens to my learned friends, and to the various antiquarian societies of which I am an unworthy member.But I will say no more at present; Ireserve something for another visit, and we have an object of real curiosity before us.''

While he was thus speaking, he led the way briskly through one or two rich pasture-meadows, to an open heath or common, and so to the top of a gentle eminence.``Here,'' he said, ``Mr.Lovel, is a truly remarkable spot.''

``It commands a fine view,'' said his companion, looking around him.

``True: but it is not for the prospect I brought you hither;do you see nothing else remarkable?--nothing on the surface of the ground?''

``Why, yes; I do see something like a ditch, indistinctly marked.''

``Indistinctly!--pardon me, sir, but the indistinctness must be in your powers of vision.Nothing can be more plainly traced--a proper _agger_ or _vallum,_ with its corresponding ditch or _fossa._ Indistinctly! why, Heaven help you, the lassie, my niece, as light-headed a goose as womankind affords, saw the traces of the ditch at once.Indistinct!--why, the great station at Ardoch, or that at Burnswark in Annandale, may be clearer, doubtless, because they are stative forts, whereas this was only an occasional encampment.Indistinct!--why, you must suppose that fools, boors, and idiots, have ploughed up the land, and, like beasts and ignorant savages, have thereby obliterated two sides of the square, and greatly injured the third; but you see, yourself, the fourth side is quite entire!''

Lovel endeavoured to apologize, and to explain away his ill-timed phrase, and pleaded his inexperience.But he was not at once quite successful.His first expression had come too frankly and naturally not to alarm the Antiquary, and he could not easily get over the shock it had given him.

``My dear sir,'' continued the senior, ``your eyes are not inexperienced: you know a ditch from level ground, I presume, when you see them? Indistinct! why, the very common people, the very least boy that can herd a cow, calls it the Kaim of Kinprunes; and if that does not imply an ancient camp, I am ignorant what does.''

Lovel having again acquiesced, and at length lulled to sleep the irritated and suspicious vanity of the Antiquary, he proceeded in his task of cicerone.``You must know,'' he said, ``our Scottish antiquaries have been greatly divided about the local situation of the final conflict between Agricola and the Caledonians;some contend for Ardoch in Strathallan, some for Innerpeffry, some for the Raedykes in the Mearns, and some are for carrying the scene of action as far north as Blair in Athole.Now, after all this discussion,'' continued the old gentleman, with one of his slyest and most complacent looks, ``what would you think, Mr.Lovel,--I say, what would you think,--if the memorable scene of conflict should happen to be on the very spot called the Kaim of Kinprunes, the property of the obscure and humble individual who now speaks to you?''