Category: Historical Novels

Shoulder to shoulder

Never for a moment--as we sat together in the twilight--could the dear old man have imagined that, just thirty years after his death, his grandson would be here, in a wigwam, writing the story of his romantic life.

Chapters

1. Book I

2. Book II.

3. Book III.

4. Book I.

5. CHAPTER I.

Never for a moment--as we sat together in the twilight--could the dear old man have imagined that, just thirty years after his death, his grandson would be here, in a wigwam, wr...

6. CHAPTER II.

There was one subject, and one only, upon which, boy though I was, I dared to differ from my grandfather. And that related to Bonnie Prince Charlie and the so-called "rebellion"...

7. CHAPTER III.

Next day seemed a long one to me. And school, with its tasks, its books and its slates and its drawing, was very irksome. As soon, however, as I got clear out and away, I starte...

8. CHAPTER IV.

"Alas! yes, fighting and trouble too. But let me tell you. Your Prince Charlie landed, and the fiery cross was sent through the glens to assemble the clans near Braemar. How qui...

9. CHAPTER V.

A glimmer of coming daylight was spreading high up in the east, and one by one the stars were paling before it, as that warlike band galloped away from the camp: thirty-three in...

10. CHAPTER VI.

Home to Scotland, I mean. For though I may be found all winter long at work here in my wigwam, in one of the sweetest sylvan nooks of bonnie Berks, "My heart's in the Highlands,...

11. CHAPTER VII.

Dominie Freeschal himself was not much of a man, "judged by points," as doggy people say. He lacked size and bone, and he was thin----and quite out of show-form, so to speak.

12. CHAPTER VIII.

But Ian grew not merely in height, as some lads, who never take exercise nor the cold morning-tub, do, till they become lanky and thin and lantern-jawed, or fat and pasty, with...

13. CHAPTER IX.

It was with a heart filled to overflowing that Ian Robertson, my fifteen-years-old grandfather, left his old home on the Braes and started on his journey to the distant town of...

14. CHAPTER X.

My grandfather found himself at long last among the birchen woods that in those days lay not far off the bay that leads to Beauly. The day was already far spent, and Dash and he...

15. CHAPTER XI.

When the faithful little gillie returned to the cave that night, he brought with him a kindly letter of advice from the dominie. He had seen the soldiers that very forenoon, and...

16. CHAPTER I.

Private John Robertson had been for three whole months in Fort George, and drilling every day. Yes, those were stirring times, and soldiers were so valuable that they had, figur...

17. CHAPTER II.

As we crawl up the companion steps that lead from the saloon door to the upper-deck, and leave the companion, we are glad we are in the possession of good sea-legs.

18. CHAPTER III.

If anything could inspire an enthusiastic young soldier like my grandfather with warlike ardour, it was residence in such a romantic and mighty castle as that of Edinburgh. Its...

19. CHAPTER IV.

"Nonsense, lad, nonsense. Right well do I remember my own first fight. It was my first real fight, too. It is some years ago now, and I was still an ensign, when clouds of war b...

20. CHAPTER V.

"Well, John, lad," Captain Drake went on, "when I embarked for the fair land of France, soon after the declaration of war, though many years older than you are now, I had never...

21. CHAPTER VI.

I have always thought my grandfather one of the smartest men for his years that I ever knew. He was smart in appearance, soldierly in bearing, and most particular as to his toil...

22. CHAPTER VII.

By the genius and strategy of Napoleon, coupled with a certain dash and _élan_ that never forsook him till the very last, Austria was driven from Italy. By the end of March he h...

23. CHAPTER VIII.

He had behaved so entirely to the satisfaction of his officers and colonel, that when a longing came over him to behold once more the scenes of his boyhood, a furlough was at on...

24. CHAPTER I.

A beautiful village on the eastern shores of Kent, a village that partly and chiefly went straggling up a little cosy dingle or dell, and partly rested on two high cliffs that--...

25. CHAPTER II.

In imagination I walk or wander with my gallant grandfather from point to point of the most famous rock that history can boast of. It is almost the first name that a child learn...

26. CHAPTER III.

There are slums in Gibraltar to this day. But they are nothing to the lanes and courts that used to exist at the time the Duke of Kent commanded here. Narrow were most of these;...

27. CHAPTER IV.

So quiet and apparently contrite were the men of the Royals, that the kind-hearted Duke addressed them, and in a short speech, after commenting strongly upon the heinousness of...

28. CHAPTER V.

By God's blessing, the brig did win. The very winds seemed to favour her, and, in a few hours after receiving the message of our hero Lord Nelson, orders were sent to Sir Robert...

29. CHAPTER VI.

He voyaged, with his friend Tonal, in a small but comfortable trading schooner, the _St. Patrick_. She was well decked, and though her cabin or cuddy was small, it and everythin...

30. CHAPTER VII.

Bold Bonaparte--for bold as well as wicked he was--commanded Portugal to declare war against England, and to confiscate all British property she could lay her hands on. The firs...

31. CHAPTER VIII.

It was the want of proper information as to what was really going on that caused the ruin of the unfortunate Sir John Moore. That information ought to have come to him from Frer...

32. CHAPTER IX.

However, on the very next day after their arrival, the ships did arrive, and no time was lost in getting the wounded, the sick, the women and children, and even the horses, on b...

33. CHAPTER X.

"Ellen," my grandfather said, "looked prettier than ever." Had his name been William instead of Ian or John, I dare say the following lines would have been appropriate to their...

34. CHAPTER XI.

On board the brave old transport _Salamanca_ seven bells have only just been struck. The officers are briskly walking about the quarter-deck, up and down, up and down, in that e...

35. CHAPTER XII.

The war in Upper Canada may be said to have ended before the winter of 1814-15. Ended indeed in General Drummond's terrible but abortive attack or assault on Fort Erie, in which...

36. CHAPTER XIII.

"Well, the facts, as far as we know them, are these. Our friendly Indians had arranged to-day to hold a feast far away in the forest. They went off in their war-paint. The pipe-...

37. CHAPTER XIV.

At first the half-frozen leaves rustled crisp beneath the men's feet, but Red-Eye led them through the darkness of the great forest, into which hardly a ray of moonlight could f...