CHAPTER vi.
THE RESCUE.
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Happily for Roger Duttcn, at that season
Of the y ear, night tucks up the tail OF he,
gloomy mantle, SO that il is not allowed to
sweep the face Of the earth for any great
length Of time; and his weary watch was
ere long relieved, by seeing the gray dawn
begin to peep over the hills. Allan, tn,
harper, soon reused the fiddler and tn,
drummer, who had been their great allies
from the first, and running through the mul.
titudes, who lay stretched among the fern
and heath, they contrived to rouse great
number of the slumberers by sundry cuffs
and pushes, kicks and shouts, none of the
most tender or delicate description. Ur
started the motley group, at length, rubbing
their eyes, stretching their limbs, yawninf
till their jaws cracked, and gazing around
them with somewhat surprised and won


d.sr'ng air. As few, however, Of the mel


there present ever slept over one or two