Excerpt from THE SMUGGLERS OF THE CLONE BY S. R. CROCKETT: "’Rise, Robin, rise! The partans are on the sands!’ The crying at our little window raised me out of a sound sleep, for I had been out seeing the Myreside lasses late the night before, and was far from being wake-rife at two by the clock on a February morning. It was the first time the summons had come to me, for I was then but young. Hitherto it was my brother John who had answered the raising word of the free-traders spoken at the window. But now John had a farm-steading of his own, thanks to Sir William Maxwell and to my father’s siller that had paid for the stock. So with all speed I did my clothes upon me, with much eagerness and a beating heart, -as who would not, when, for the first time, he has the privilege of man? As I went out to the barn I could hear my mother (with whom I was ever a favourite) praying for me. 'Save the laddie-save the laddie!’ she said over and over. And I think my father prayed too; but, as I went, he also cried to me counsels. 'Be sure you keep up the grappling chains-dinna let them clatter till ye hae the stuff weel up the hill. The Lord keep ye! Be a guid lad an’ ride honestly. Gin ye see Sir William, keep your head doon, an’ gae by withoot lookin’. He’s a magistrate, ye ken. But he’ll no’ see you, gin ye dinna see him. Leave twa ankers a-piece o’ brandy an’ rum at our ain dyke back. An’ abune a’, the Lord be wi’ ye, an’ bring ye safe back to your sorrowing parents!’"
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