The Mosstrooper Part 1

The Mosstrooper.

by Robert Scott Fittis.

ROBERT SCOTT FITTIS.

(BIOGRAPHICAL).

BORN 15TH NOVEMBER, 1824.

DIED 11TH OCTOBER, 1903.

Robert Scott Fittis represented a type of the Scottish man of letters which is rapidly disappearing. While it could not justly be said that he was unique as a personality, or that he introduced a novel combination of intellectual qualities and thereby formed an epoch, the honour must be ascribed to him of having continued the best traditions of the Augustan Age of Scottish Literature, and of maintaining the dignity in literary affairs to which his native land had attained. He was a Scotsman "through and through," loving the land of his birth with intense devotion, reverencing the heroes whom she had brought forth to adorn the records alike of war and literature, and devoting the energies of a long life to setting before his countrymen the best models of patriotism for their imitation. His natural gifts were so strenuously cultivated that in his later days he was regarded as an inexhaustible encyclopaedia of recondite information of the most varied kind. He was from his youth an omnivorous reader, and he possessed that best of all gifts "a reference memory," as Dean Stanley called it, and could bring forth from his treasures, new and old, a surprising variety of apt quotations and original inferences. In some respects his mind was akin to that of the late John Hill Burton, the historian. He had the same finical love of accuracy, the same fervid Scottish spirit, and a similarly broad outlook upon general literature which prevented him from becoming merely a local historian and nothing more. While his labours in connection with Perthshire history were unceasing, and have produced a rich storehouse of facts, he dealt with national history and literature in a manner which showed the breadth of his mind and the variegated nature of his studies. He was a historian, earnest to separate veritable truth from tradition; yet he was one eager to collect these very traditions as fragments of national character. A student of charters and a genealogist, over whom any time-stained charter or antique paper scrawled with crabbed penmanship exercised a fascination, he was still an ardent lover of poetry, especially such as described the flowery banks of Tay or Tummel, the gowany lea of Gowrie, or the Bens and Straths of Garth and Glen Lyon. Upon one of his t.i.tle-pages he placed two quotations which aptly express his characteristics:--

Let me the page of History turn o'er, The instructive page, and heedfully explore What faithful pens of former times have wrote.

--Wondrous skilled in genealogies, And could in apt and voluble terms discourse Of births, of t.i.tles, and alliances; Of marriages, and inter-marriages; Relationship remote, or near of kin.

To describe adequately the life of such a man within limited s.p.a.ce is impossible. All that can here be done is to outline his industrious career, as a tribute to one whose devotion to national literature, even in times of severe distress and difficulty, must ever command sincere respect.

The Fair City of Perth was the birth-place of ROBERT SCOTT FITTIS, and there he spent all his days, from his birth on 15th November, 1824, till his death on 11th October, 1903, when he had almost completed his 79th year. He was educated at one of the Burgh Schools, and in May, 1837, he was apprenticed for three years (at that time the usual period) to Mr. John Flockhart, Solicitor in the City. So well did he acquit himself during his apprenticeship that he was retained in the office for two years as a clerk. From Mr. Flockhart's place he went to several lawyers' offices in Perth, until 1853, when he bade farewell to the Law as a profession, and took to literature. It was not altogether a rash step which made him take the crutch of literature and form it into a sustaining staff. Twelve years before this time--in 1841--he had begun to write for the press, and for over sixty years it supported him.

The late Mr. John Fisher, Printer, Perth, had started in 1841 in that city a penny weekly periodical of twelve pages called "The Perth Sat.u.r.day Journal." It was the first of its kind in the locality.

Knowing the literary aspirations of Mr. Fittis, then a youth of 17 years, Mr. Fisher secured his aid as a contributor. The first editor was Mr. Rennie, afterwards one of the sub-editors of "Hogg's Instructor," and Mr. Fittis began in the second number, published in August, 1841, a series ent.i.tled "Legends of Perth." At that time the Rev. George Clark Hutton (afterwards Princ.i.p.al Hutton, of the United Presbyterian Church) was a Perth youth just beginning his theological studies, and he also became a contributor of poems and tales.

Rennie was succeeded by Mr. James Davidson, a local reporter, who soon resigned the office into the hands of Mr. Thomas Hay Marshall, also a reporter, who came to be known as the "historian of Perth." Before the end of the year, however, this periodical may be said to have entered upon another stage of its existence, with an alteration of the t.i.tle to "The Perth and Dundee Sat.u.r.day Journal," and in an eight-page issue.

The first number was dated 27th November, 1841, and in No. 28, July 16th, 1842, Mr. Fittis began a serial story ent.i.tled "The Mysterious Monk." This issue ran on to fifty-two numbers, the last one appearing 31st December, 1842. In this number it was announced that "the second volume of the 'JOURNAL' will appear on the day it is due--on the first Sat.u.r.day of 1843, and will continue to be issued, as usual, weekly."

It was not, however until Sat.u.r.day, January 21st, 1843, that the first number of Vol. II. made its appearance. The volume consisted of fifty numbers of eight pages, as before, but the last, which was issued on Sat.u.r.day, 30th December, 1843, consisted of two leaves (4 pp.) only, and intimated that the Journal was to be continued in 1844, and that the talented writer (Fittis) of "Anguswood" and many other tales which have appeared in the Journal, and met with so favourable reception, is, in an early number, to favour us with the first chapter of another tale ent.i.tled the "Mosstrooper." Accordingly, in 1844, the Journal again made its appearance, this time under the t.i.tle of "The Perth and Dundee Journal," and in this year's issue, as promised, the tale called "The Mosstrooper," by Fittis, was first published. With this year the career of the Journal was terminated.

The literary ability of Mr. Fittis had been so conspicuously displayed in connection with the "Journal," that when Mr. Fisher contemplated a new venture it was to Fittis he first looked for aid. On 1st January, 1845, there was started a periodical ent.i.tled "The Tales of Scotland,"

similar in character to Wilson's "Tales of the Borders," but taking a wider scope. Fittis was editor and princ.i.p.al contributor, and he was a.s.sisted by Thomas Soutar, Solicitor, Crieff, George Hay of Rait, and James Stewart of Dunkeld. The experiment was entirely successful. So great was the demand for the "Tales" that the first twelve numbers were reprinted three times, and Fisher spared no effort to push the sale of the publication in London, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Dundee, and Aberdeen. The work was completed in four half-yearly volumes, the greater portion of the contents having been written by Mr. Fittis.

Shortly after its completion Mr. Fittis became a contributor to "The Scottish Miscellany," which was begun in 1847. Four years afterwards (1851) he edited a short series under the t.i.tle of "Miscellany of Scottish Tradition," and in the following year (1852) he began the "Tales and Traditions of Scotland," in which he re-published "The Mosstrooper" in a revised and improved version. The tales in this periodical were all from his industrious pen.

In 1853 Fittis found himself sufficiently secure in literature to resign his connection with Law; and he then became connected with the "Perthshire Courier," which had been acquired by the Dewars from the old-established firm of the Morisons of Perth. His work at first was to a.s.sist Mr. Thomas Hay Marshall in writing summaries and paragraphs, and in supplying from notes the abstracts of speeches which were then rarely printed verbatim. He remained in this position till 1861, providing also original articles for the "Courier" and for other newspapers. One of the incidents of this period of his life may be narrated, as showing how steadfastly he remained true to the memory of his early friends. James Stewart, the Dunkeld shoemaker, who had contributed Scottish poetry to the "Sat.u.r.day Journal," died in Perth Infirmary in 1843, and was buried in Greyfriars Burying-ground. His grave was not marked by any tomb-stone, and Fittis determined that this neglect should be remedied. In 1857 he brought out a volume of Stewart's works bearing the t.i.tle "Sketches of Scottish Character, and other Poems," which he published by subscription, and with the proceeds he was able to place a memorial stone over the grave of his former comrade. The "People's Journal," which was begun in Dundee in 1858, provided an avenue for occasional contributions by Fittis, and in 1864 his serial story, "The Secret Witness," appeared in its columns. His connection with the "People's Journal" continued intermittently for many years, his latest contribution being a series published in 1891, under the t.i.tle of "Haunted Houses in Perth." In 1865 he wrote the novel "Gilderoy," which was issued as a serial in the "Scottish Journal," and was published in the following year as a volume in Routledge's Railway Library. Mr. Fittis was married in 1866, and, after a union lasting for 37 years, his wife survived him. At that time the "Penny Post," published in Glasgow, was the most popular of weekly papers in that district, and was early in the field as one of the first journals to issue serial stories. The late Mr. David Pae, of Dundee (afterwards editor of "The People's Friend") ran several of his most successful stories in the "Penny Post" in the "fifties." Mr.

Fittis in 1866 supplied his novel "The King of the Cairds"; in 1867 "A Master's Crime"; and in 1872 "A La.s.s with a Tocher," and "In the Pages of the Past" to this periodical. The "Edinburgh North Briton" was another of the weekly papers to which he contributed, his stories there published being "Aggie Lyon," in 1866, and "The s.e.xton's Mystery" in 1871. To the "North Berwick Advertiser" he contributed in 1870 "The Captain of the Ba.s.s," besides reprinting some of the "Tales of Scotland." By his writings in these papers the name of Robert Scott Fittis became widely known throughout Scotland.

A change came over the literary work of Mr. Fittis in the early "seventies." While he did not entirely give up writing fiction, he devoted most of his time and energy to veritable history. In 1872 the Rev. Thomas Morris, a promising young Glasgow student, who became a.s.sistant in one of the Edinburgh churches, had started a weekly column in the "Perthshire Const.i.tutional," under the t.i.tle of the "Antiquarian Repository." He died suddenly in 1873, and Mr. Fittis was then engaged to carry on this column, which had become a feature of the paper. The work was entirely congenial to him. There was ample scope for the use of his vast stores of miscellaneous knowledge of Scottish history, tradition, and literature, and he fully utilised his opportunity. From 1873 till 1881 he continued to produce two weekly columns, republishing the matter in book form at the end of every year. He thus brought together the most complete and varied series of volumes relating to the history, antiquities, and literature of Perthshire ever attempted. The following table gives the t.i.tles and dates of these seven remarkable volumes:--

"Ill.u.s.trations of the History and Antiquities of Perthshire" (455 pages), 1874 "Perthshire Antiquarian Miscellany" (634 pages), 1875 "Historical and Traditionary Gleanings concerning Perthshire" (521 pages), 1876 "Chronicles of Perthshire" (540 pages), 1877 "Sketches of the Olden Times in Perthshire" (560 pages), 1878 "Perthshire Memorabilia" (567 pages), 1879 "Recreations of an Antiquary in Perthshire History and Genealogy" (556 pages), 1881

A mere glance at the list will give an idea of the industry of the writer, while the fact that the books have been accepted as the work of a painstaking and accurate historian proves their value. All these books are at present (1906) out of print, and command good prices when they come into the market.

After he had ceased his regular contributions to the "Perthshire Const.i.tutional," much of the time of Mr. Fittis was taken up in genealogical research, a task for which his long experience peculiarly fitted him. Yet he did not neglect historical writing, though severe illness frequently interrupted his labours. The five last volumes which he published were not issued serially, but made their first appearance in book form. Their t.i.tles and dates are as follows:--

"Ecclesiastical Annals of Perth" (322 pages), 1885 "Heroines of Scotland" (327 pages), 1889 "Sports and Pastimes of Scotland" (212 pages), 1891 "Curious Episodes in Scottish History" (326 pages), 1895 "Romantic Narratives from Scottish History and Tradition" (363 pages), 1903

The activity of Mr. Fittis continued almost up to the close of his life, and his two last books were produced after he had pa.s.sed the allotted span of three-score years and ten. His death took place on 11th October, 1903, after he had been engaged in literature for sixty-two years.

The work of Robert Scott Fittis was not allowed to pa.s.s unnoticed and unrewarded by those best qualified to appreciate it. In 1893 his case was brought to the knowledge of Mr. W. E. Gladstone, and he then received 100 from the Queen's Bounty Fund. Three years later (1896) Mr. A. J. Balfour gave 100 from the same fund. In 1899, Mr. Thomas, Sheriff-Clerk of Perthshire, raised a sum of money among the friends and admirers of Mr. Fittis, which Mr. Balfour doubled. With this sum an annuity of 20 was purchased, which Mr. Fittis received till his death. During his literary life Mr. Fittis had brought together an extensive and valuable library, chiefly of books relating to Scottish history and literature, and containing nearly 7000 volumes. After his decease these books were purchased by Dr. Andrew Carnegie, and presented to the Sandeman Library, Perth. Shortly after the death of Mr. Fittis a movement was set on foot for the securing and erecting of a suitable monument over his grave in Wellshill Cemetery, and sufficient money was raised not only to accomplish this purpose, but also to provide an enlarged photographic portrait of Mr. Fittis, which was presented to the Sandeman Library, as a memorial of one of Perth's most notable sons. Even from this brief outline of his career it will be seen that Robert Scott Fittis, by his self-sacrificing and protracted labours, in the Roman phrase, "merits remembrance for his services to the commonweal."

A. H. MILLAR.

[Ill.u.s.tration: MEMORIAL TO THE LATE ROBERT SCOTT FITTIS.

erected in WELLSHILL CEMETERY, PERTH.]

THE MOSSTROOPER.

CHAPTER I.

O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ope thy door.

--_Burns._

It was an early Spring eve in a year long before King James III. of Scotland perished in his flight from the lost field of Sauchieburn, and was succeeded on the throne by his son, Prince James, who headed the rebellion which resulted in the hapless monarch's a.s.sa.s.sination at Beaton's Mill.

On that Spring eve the setting sun, breaking through heavy cloud-ma.s.ses, poured his red radiance athwart the snow-flecked summits of the hilly chain known as the Cheviots, the scene of Chevy Chase and of many another Border fight, and the boundary for a considerable distance between Scotland and the sister kingdom. The day had been dull and bleak, scarce enlivened by a transient glint of sunshine; nevertheless, the aspect of Nature somewhat indicated that the reign of "surly Winter" was over. As far as the eye could reach, the snow and ice had almost wholly melted from the face of the low country on either side of the hills; and the drooping snowdrop, emblem of purity, and harbinger of genial skies, decked the Frost-king's grave.

The red sun went down, leaving a trail of fire at the "gates of the west"; and a dreary quietude brooded on the hills--scant sign or sound of life being apparent save what the homeward-bound rooks made as they sailed, weary of wing, this way and that. But as the gloaming fell, a solitary pedestrian emerged from one of the pa.s.ses on the Scottish side of the marches--a tall and stoutly-built but youthful man. A short cloak of untanned deerskin hung from his shoulders, being secured at the throat by a knot of thongs, and it partly hid a doublet, called, in Border phrase, a _jack_, of boiled leather, fitting close to the body, and strengthened on the breast (if not also all over the shoulders and sleeves) by small circular plates of hammered iron sewed on in overlapping fashion like the scales of a fish. A broad buff belt around his waist, held by a polished bra.s.s buckle, sustained an iron-hiked sword and a long knife or dagger, termed a _whinger_, hafted with buck-horn, curiously carved. His right hand--the other being studiously concealed under his mantle, and apparently carrying something rather bulky--was encased in a leathern gauntlet, the back of which was defended by little plates of mail like those on the jack. On his head he wore an iron bascinet cap, rusty and much dinted, and from under its rim straggled locks of dark brown hair inclining to curl. He had a thin, sallow, unprepossessing physiognomy, which expressed a combination of cunning and effrontery: two keen, grey eyes sparkled under heavy brows; and a slender moustache, lighter in colour than his locks, spa.r.s.ely covered his upper lip; but the livid scar of a cicatrized wound, evidently from a sword-cut, adown his left cheek, gave, on close observation, a peculiar grimness to his otherwise sinister mien. Altogether, he might be considered as a typical Borderer of the time, rough-living, law-defying, rarely ever out of "sturt and strife."

On quitting the defile, he struck across a stretch of open moorland, over which the rising night-wind fitfully sighed among the furze. Now and then he paused and gazed eagerly behind, seeming to listen, as if dreading pursuit; but pursuers there seemed none, save the cloud-billows that rolled in endless succession over the dim hills and darkened above his head. The waste soon became both rugged and marshy, and a shallow rivulet, fed from the moss-hags, ran in a serpentine and perplexing course, necessitating its being repeatedly waded, but the water never came much above the traveller's ankles, and he wore a pair of strong buskins reaching to the calf of his leg. When he had finally left the sinuosities of the sluggish stream in his rear, he made a dead halt, as if come to the end of his journey, and scowled all around him in the gloom. Throwing back the left side of his cloak, he disclosed a young child, well wrapped up, and fast asleep, whom he was carrying, and whom he immediately laid down on the heath at his feet.

The infant awoke, and began to whimper and wail. The man stood bending his moody gaze upon it till his eyeb.a.l.l.s glowed with dusky fire.

"This nicht," he said, in a low tone, savouring of fierce exultation, "this nicht will the proud Southron grieve, and the bonnie lady greet in her bower, for the loss o' the young heir that was the hope o'

their hearts. The retainers may scour hill and dale, and the pathless wilds echo the bay o' their sleuth-hound. Let them speed far and wide wi' horse and ban-dog. In my hand rests the young heir's fate. By the Black Rood o' Melrose! this is the revenge o' gentle Edie Johnston!"

He stamped on the ground, and could have crushed the infant under his heel; but he started back a pace, as if, indeed, the fiend of revenge had prompted such a thought in his troubled brain, and he revolted at it--but he revolted only for a moment, as the savage suggestion seemed to be followed by another equally remorseless. What did he now meditate? Was he one

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Had so incens'd, that he was reckless what He did, to spite the world?

Nervously his fingers clutched the hilt of his whinger, and he unsheathed it and waved it in the air, and then, stepping forward and stooping over the child, pointed the steel as if to deal a mortal stab. The weapon trembled in his grasp. Again the powers of compunction and shame overcame the murderous impulse. He raised himself erect, with an impatient e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, and his armed hand fell slowly, and as if reluctantly, by his side.

"Frae sunset to sunset has this hand been f.e.c.kless as a withered rush," he said. "In darkness as in licht I ha'e been weak as water. I micht ha'e flung the brat, like a stane, frae the brow o' a fathomless precipice, never mair to be seen but by the ravens: or he micht ha'e been thrown into a rushing stream that would ha'e swirled him awa' to the sea; and nae mortal could ha'e fyled me wi' the deed; and yet he is spared, as if his life were charmed by a spell o' power. Maun I, a gentle Johnstone, forget my wrangs? My faither fell in an inroad o'

the Southrons: my mither was twice harried out o' her cot-house in the cleugh: and I--" He paused, and stroking his scarred cheek, glanced alternately around him and at the sobbing boy on the cold turf: then sheathed his whinger, lifted the babe, and strode hurriedly on his way.

Soon he came to a spring-well, a round, brimful _well-e'e_, fringed with furze. There he stopped, mused some s.p.a.ce, and muttering a curse, suspended the child over the water, as if intending to let it drop and drown. But as he gazed fixedly on the limpid element, which shimmered under the dim sky, a l.u.s.trous planet shone out through the clouds and glittered in the natural mirror, the golden similitude sparkling up like the eye of an accusing spirit. It was what guilt could not withstand. The mystic gleam of the shadowy star smote the gentle Johnston to the soul. Drawing a harsh breath, he succ.u.mbed once more to a power that shamed his fierce nature. Huddling the infant under his rude mantle, he hurried from a spot where temptation had pressed him so strongly.

Straight northwards he held his route, with the shades of night deepening on what seemed a desert, where no living things seemed near save the heath-birds that started at his approach, and sped away with shrill screams. Some heavy drops of rain, "like the first of a thunder-shower," pattered on his head-piece and deerskin garment, and louder grew the sough of the gale, which prognostications of an inclement night caused him to quicken his pace. The child had now wept itself to sleep, and its bearer showed every care to screen it from the rough weather. Happily, the threatened storm blew by. But although the night settled down, the Borderer still travelled comparatively fast, with long, unwearied stride, as being well inured to exertion and well acquainted with the country which he was traversing. Indeed, we may not err in supposing that in the latter respect he could rival "stout Deloraine," of whom the Last Minstrel tells us that--

Through Solway sands, through Tarras moss, Blindfold he knew the paths to cross;