will at least die in the midst of my children."
Several other
principal Chiefs of the Campbells, with one voice,
conjured and obtested their Chieftain to leave them for that day
to the leading of Ardenvohr and Auchenbreck, and to behold the
conflict from a distance and in safety.--We dare not stigmatize
Argyle with poltroonery; for, though his life was marked by no
action of
bravery, yet he behaved with so much
composure and
dignity in the final and closing scene, that his conduct upon the
present and similar occasions, should be rather imputed to
indecision than to want of courage. But when the small still
voice within a man's own breast, which tells him that his life is
of
consequence to himself, is seconded by that of numbers around
him, who assure him that it is of equal
advantage to the public,
history affords many examples of men more
habituallydaring than
Argyle, who have consulted self-preservation when the temptations
to it were so powerfully increased.
"See him on board, if you will, Sir Duncan," said Auchenbreck to
his kinsman; "It must be my duty to prevent this spirit from
spreading farther among us."
So
saying, he threw himself among the ranks, entreating,
commanding, and conjuring the soldiers, to remember their ancient
fame and their present
superiority; the wrongs they had to
revenge, if successful, and the fate they had to dread, if
vanquished; and imparting to every bosom a
portion of the fire
which glowed in his own. Slowly,
meanwhile, and
apparently with
reluctance, Argyle suffered himself to be forced by his officious
kinsmen to the verge of the lake, and was transported on board of
a
galley, from the deck of which he surveyed with more safety
than credit the scene which ensued.
Sir Duncan Campbell of Ardenvohr,
notwithstanding the urgency of
the occasion, stood with his eyes riveted on the boat which bore
his Chieftain from the field of battle. There were feelings in
his bosom which could not be expressed; for the
character of a
Chief was that of a father, and the heart of a clansman durst not
dwell upon his failings with
criticalseverity as upon those of
other men. Argyle, too, harsh and
severe to others, was generous
and
liberal among his kinsmen, and the noble heart of, Ardenvohr
was wrung with bitter
anguish, when he reflected to what
interpretation his present conduct might subject him.
"It is better it should be so," said he to himself, devouring his
own
emotion; "but--of his line of a hundred sires, I know not one
who would have
retired while the
banner of Diarmid waved in the
wind, in the face of its most inveterate foes!"
A loud shout now compelled him to turn, and to
hasten with all
dispatch to his post, which was on the right flank of Argyle's
little army.
The
retreat of Argyle had not passed
unobserved by his watchful
enemy, who, occupying the superior ground, could mark every
circumstance which passed below. The
movement of three or four
horsemen to the rear showed that those who
retreated were men of
rank.
"They are going," said Dalgetty, "to put their horses out of
danger, like
prudent cavaliers. Yonder goes Sir Duncan Campbell,
riding a brown bay gelding, which I had marked for my own second
charger."
You are wrong, Major," said Montrose, with a bitter smile, "they
are saving their precious Chief--Give the signal for assault
instantly--send the word through the ranks.--Gentlemen, noble
Chiefs, Glengarry, Keppoch, M'Vourigh, upon them
instantly!--Ride
to M'Ilduy, Major Dalgetty, and tell him to
charge as he loves
Lochaber--return and bring our
handful of horse to my standard.
They shall be placed with the Irish as a reserve."
CHAPTER XIX.