Red Cap Tales

est tower to lowest arch, the swifts shrieked and swooped. THE SECOND TALE FROM "WAVERLEY" I. THE CATTLE-LIFTING Next morning (I continued, looking up for inspiration to the pinnacles of Melrose, cut against the clear sky of evening, as sharply as when "John Morow, master mason," looked upon his finished work and found it very good) ? next morning, as Captain Edward Waverley was setting out for his morning walk, he found the castle of Bradwardine by no means the enchanted palace of silence he had first discovered. Milkmaids, bare-legged and wild- haired, ran about distractedly with pails and three- legged stools in their hands, crying, " Lord, guide us!"and "Eh, sirs!" Bailie Macwheeble, mounted on his dumpy, roundbarrelled pony, rode hither and thither with half the ragged rascals of the neighbourhood clattering after him. The Baron paced the terrace, every moment glancing angrily up at the Highland hills from under his bushy grey eyebrows. From the byre-lasses and the Bailie, Edward could obtain no satisfactory explanation of the disturbance. He judged it wiser not to seek it from the angry Baron. Within-doors, however, he found Rose, who, though troubled and anxious, replied to his questions readily enough. " There has been a ' creach,' that is, a raid of cat- tle-stealers from out of the Highland hills," she told him, hardly able to keep back her tears ? not, she explained, because of the lost cattle, but because she feared that the anger of ...