Walter Scott - Waverly (Unabridged)

Walter Scott

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Introduction

Volume I

Chapter I. Introductory

Chapter II. Waverley-Honour — A Retrospect

Chapter III. Education

Chapter IV. Castle-Building

Chapter V. Choice of a Profession

Chapter VI. The Adieus of Waverley

Chapter VII. A Horse-Quarter in Scotland

Chapter VIII. A Scottish Manor-House Sixty Years Since

Chapter IX. More of the Manor-House and its Environs

Chapter X. Rose Bradwardine and Her Father

Chapter XI. The Banquet

Chapter XII. Repentance and a Reconciliation

Chapter XIII. A More Rational Day than the Last

Chapter XIV. A Discovery — Waverley Becomes Domesticated at Tully-Veolan

Chapter XV. A Creagh, and its Consequences

Chapter XVI. An Unexpected Ally Appears

Chapter XVII. The Hold of a Highland Robber

Chapter XVIII. Waverley Proceeds on His Journey

Chapter XIX. The Chief and His Mansion

Chapter XX. A Highland Feast

Chapter XXI. The Chieftain’s Sister

Chapter XXII. Highland Minstrelsy

Chapter XXIII. Waverley Continues at Glennaquoich

Chapter XXIV. A Stag-Hunt and its Consequences

Chapter XXV. News from England

Chapter XXVI. An Eclaircissement

Chapter XXVII. Upon the Same Subject

Chapter XXVIII. A Letter from Tully-Veolan

Chapter XXIX. Waverley’s Reception in the Lowlands After His Highland Tour

Volume II

Chapter I. Shows that the Loss of a Horse’s Shoe May Be a Serious Inconvenience

Chapter II. An Examination

Chapter III. A Conference and the Consequence

Chapter IV. A Confidant

Chapter V. Things Mend a Little

Chapter VI. A Volunteer Sixty Years Since

Chapter VII. An Incident

Chapter VIII. Waverley is Still in Distress

Chapter IX. A Nocturnal Adventure

Chapter X. The Journey is Continued

Chapter XI. An Old and a New Acquaintance

Chapter XII. The Mystery Begins to Be Cleared up

Chapter XIII. A Soldier’s Dinner

Chapter XIV. The Ball

Chapter XV. The March

Chapter XVI. An Incident Gives Rise to Unavailing Reflections

Chapter XVII. The Eve of Battle

Chapter XVIII. The Conflict

Chapter XIX. An Unexpected Embarrassment

Chapter XX. The English Prisoner

Chapter XXI. Rather Unimportant

Chapter XXII. Intrigues of Love and Politics

Chapter XXIII. Intrigues of Society and Love

Chapter XXIV. Fergus a Suitor

Chapter XXV. ‘To One Thing Constant Never’

Chapter XXVI. A Brave Man in Sorrow

Chapter XXVII. Exertion

Chapter XXVIII. The March

Chapter XXIX. The Confusion of King Agramant’s Camp

Chapter XXX. A Skirmish

Chapter XXXI. Chapter of Accidents

Chapter XXXII. A Journey to London

Chapter XXXIII. What’s to Be Done Next?

Chapter XXXIV. Desolation

Chapter XXXV. Comparing of Notes

Chapter XXXVI. More Explanation

Chapter XXXVII

Chapter XXXVIII

Chapter XXXIX

Chapter XL

Chapter XLI. Dulce Domum

Chapter XLII

Chapter XLIII. A Postscript which Should have Been a Preface

Table of Contents

The plan of this edition leads me to insert in this place some account of the incidents on which the Novel of Waverley is founded. They have been already given to the public by my late lamented friend, William Erskine, Esq. (afterwards Lord Kinneder), when reviewing the Tales of My Landlord for the Quarterly Review in 1817. The particulars were derived by the critic from the Author’s information. Afterwards they were published in the Preface to the Chronicles of the Canongate. They are now inserted in their proper place.

The mutual protection afforded by Waverley and Talbot to each other, upon which the whole plot depends, is founded upon one of those anecdotes which soften the features even of civil war; and, as it is equally honourable to the memory of both parties, we have no hesitation to give their names at length. When the Highlanders, on the morning of the battle of Preston, 1745, made their memorable attack on Sir John Cope’s army, a battery of four field- pieces was stormed and carried by the Camerons and the Stewarts of Appine. The late Alexander Stewart of Invernahylewas one of the foremost in the charge, and observing an officer of the King’s forces, who, scorning to join the flight of all around, remained with his sword in his hand, as if determined to the very last to defend the post assigned to him, the Highland gentleman commanded him to surrender, and received for reply a thrust, which he caught in his target. The officer was now defenceless, and the battle-axe of a gigantic Highlander (the miller of Invernahyle’s mill) was uplifted to dash his brains out, when Mr. Stewart with difficulty prevailed on him to yield. He took charge of his enemy’s property, protected his person, and finally obtained him liberty on his parole. The officer proved to be Colonel Whitefoord, an Ayrshire gentleman of high character and influence, and warmly attached to the House of Hanover; yet such was the confidence existing between these two honourable men, though of different political principles, that, while the civil war was raging, and straggling officers from the Highland army were executed without mercy, Invernahyle hesitated not to pay his late captive a visit, as he returned to the Highlands to raise fresh recruits, on which occasion he spent a day or two in Ayrshire among Colonel Whitefoord’s Whig friends, as pleasantly and as good-humouredly as if all had been at peace around him.

After the battle of Culloden had ruined the hopes of Charles Edward and dispersed his proscribed adherents, it was Colonel Whitefoord’s turn to strain every nerve to obtain Mr. Stewart’s pardon. He went to the Lord Justice Clerk to the Lord Advocate, and to all the officers of state, and each application was answered by the production of a list in which Invernahyle (as the good old gentleman was wont to express it) appeared ‘marked with the sign of the beast!’ as a subject unfit for favour or pardon.

At length Colonel Whitefoord applied to the Duke of Cumberland in person. From him, also, he received a positive refusal. He then limited his request, for the present, to a protection for Stewart’s house, wife, children, and property. This was also refused by the Duke; on which Colonel Whitefoord, taking his commission from his bosom, laid it on the table before his Royal Highness with much emotion, and asked permission to retire from the service of a sovereign who did not know how to spare a vanquished enemy. The Duke was struck, and even affected. He bade the Colonel take up his commission, and granted the protection he required. It was issued just in time to save the house, corn, and cattle at Invernahyle from the troops, who were engaged in laying waste what it was the fashion to call ‘the country of the enemy.’ A small encampment of soldiers was formed on Invernahyle’s property, which they spared while plundering the country around, and searching in every direction for the leaders of the insurrection, and for Stewart in particular. He was much nearer them than they suspected; for, hidden in a cave (like the Baron of Bradwardine), he lay for many days so near the English sentinels that he could hear their muster-roll called. His food was brought to him by one of his daughters, a child of eight years old, whom Mrs. Stewart was under the necessity of entrusting with this commission; for her own motions, and those of all her elder inmates, were closely watched. With ingenuity beyond her years, the child used to stray about among the soldiers, who were rather kind to her, and thus seize the moment when she was unobserved and steal into the thicket, when she deposited whatever small store of provisions she had in charge at some marked spot, where her father might find it. Invernahyle supported life for several weeks by means of these precarious supplies; and, as he had been wounded in the battle of Culloden, the hardships which he endured were aggravated by great bodily pain. After the soldiers had removed their quarters he had another remarkable escape.