ballads-第9部分
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Of whatever name or line；
By my sword and yonder mountain；
I make your quarrel mine。 （1）
I bid you in to my fireside；
I share with you house and hall；
It stands upon my honour
To see you safe from all。〃
It fell in the time of midnight；
When the fox barked in the den
And the plaids were over the faces
In all the houses of men；
That as the living Cameron
Lay sleepless on his bed；
Out of the night and the other world；
Came in to him the dead。
〃My blood is on the heather；
My bones are on the hill；
There is joy in the home of ravens
That the young shall eat their fill。
My blood is poured in the dust；
My soul is spilled in the air；
And the man that has undone me
Sleeps in my brother's care。〃
〃I'm wae for your death； my brother；
But if all of my house were dead；
I couldnae withdraw the plighted hand；
Nor break the word once said。〃
〃O； what shall I say to our father；
In the place to which I fare？
O； what shall I say to our mother；
Who greets to see me there？
And to all the kindly Camerons
That have lived and died long…syne …
Is this the word you send them；
Fause…hearted brother mine？〃
〃It's neither fear nor duty；
It's neither quick nor dead
Shall gar me withdraw the plighted hand；
Or break the word once said。〃
Thrice in the time of midnight；
When the fox barked in the den；
And the plaids were over the faces
In all the houses of men；
Thrice as the living Cameron
Lay sleepless on his bed；
Out of the night and the other world
Came in to him the dead；
And cried to him for vengeance
On the man that laid him low；
And thrice the living Cameron
Told the dead Cameron； no。
〃Thrice have you seen me； brother；
But now shall see me no more；
Till you meet your angry fathers
Upon the farther shore。
Thrice have I spoken； and now；
Before the cock be heard；
I take my leave for ever
With the naming of a word。
It shall sing in your sleeping ears；
It shall hum in your waking head；
The name … Ticonderoga；
And the warning of the dead。〃
Now when the night was over
And the time of people's fears；
The Cameron walked abroad；
And the word was in his ears。
〃Many a name I know；
But never a name like this；
O； where shall I find a skilly man
Shall tell me what it is？〃
With many a man he counselled
Of high and low degree；
With the herdsmen on the mountains
And the fishers of the sea。
And he came and went unweary；
And read the books of yore；
And the runes that were written of old
On stones upon the moor。
And many a name he was told；
But never the name of his fears …
Never； in east or west；
The name that rang in his ears：
Names of men and of clans；
Names for the grass and the tree；
For the smallest tarn in the mountains；
The smallest reef in the sea：
Names for the high and low；
The names of the craig and the flat；
But in all the land of Scotland；
Never a name like that。
II。 THE SEEKING OF THE NAME
AND now there was speech in the south；
And a man of the south that was wise；
A periwig'd lord of London； （2）
Called on the clans to rise。
And the riders rode； and the summons
Came to the western shore；
To the land of the sea and the heather；
To Appin and Mamore。
It called on all to gather
From every scrog and scaur；
That loved their fathers' tartan
And the ancient game of war。
And down the watery valley
And up the windy hill；
Once more； as in the olden；
The pipes were sounding shrill；
Again in highland sunshine
The naked steel was bright；
And the lads； once more in tartan
Went forth again to fight。
〃O； why should I dwell here
With a weird upon my life；
When the clansmen shout for battle
And the war…swords clash in strife？
I cannae joy at feast；
I cannae sleep in bed；
For the wonder of the word
And the warning of the dead。
It sings in my sleeping ears；
It hums in my waking head；
The name … Ticonderoga；
The utterance of the dead。
Then up； and with the fighting men
To march away from here；
Till the cry of the great war…pipe
Shall drown it in my ear！〃
Where flew King George's ensign
The plaided soldiers went：
They drew the sword in Germany；
In Flanders pitched the tent。
The bells of foreign cities
Rang far across the plain：
They passed the happy Rhine；
They drank the rapid Main。
Through Asiatic jungles
The Tartans filed their way；
And the neighing of the war…pipes
Struck terror in Cathay。 （3）
〃Many a name have I heard；〃 he thought；
〃In all the tongues of men；
Full many a name both here and there。
Full many both now and then。
When I was at home in my father's house
In the land of the naked knee；
Between the eagles that fly in the lift
And the herrings that swim in the sea；
And now that I am a captain…man
With a braw cockade in my hat …
Many a name have I heard；〃 he thought；
〃But never a name like that。〃
III。 THE PLACE OF THE NAME
THERE fell a war in a woody place；
Lay far across the sea；
A war of the march in the mirk midnight
And the shot from behind the tree；
The shaven head and the painted face；
The silent foot in the wood；
In a land of a strange； outlandish tongue
That was hard to be understood。
It fell about the gloaming
The general stood with his staff；
He stood and he looked east and west
With little mind to laugh。
〃Far have I been and much have I seen；
And kent both gain and loss；
But here we have woods on every hand
And a kittle water to cross。
Far have I been and much have I seen；
But never the beat of this；
And there's one must go down to that waterside
To see how deep it is。〃
It fell in the dusk of the night
When unco things betide；
The skilly captain； the Cameron；
Went down to that waterside。
Canny and soft the captain went；
And a man of the woody land；
With the shaven head and the painted face；
Went down at his right hand。
It fell in the quiet night；
There was never a sound to ken；
But all of the woods to the right and the left
Lay filled with the painted men。
〃Far have I been and much have I seen；
Both as a man and boy；
But never have I set forth a foot
On so perilous an employ。〃
It fell in the dusk of the night
When unco things betide；
That he was aware of a captain…man
Drew near to the waterside。
He was aware of his coming
Down in the gloaming alone；
And he looked in the face of the man
And lo！ the face was his own。
〃This is my weird；〃 he said；
〃And now I ken the worst；
For many shall fall the morn；
But I shall fall with the first。
O； you of the outland tongue；
You of the painted face；
This is the place of my death；
Can you tell me the name of the place？〃
〃Since the Frenchmen have been here
They have called it Sault…Marie；
But that is a name for priests；
And not for you and me。
It went by another word；〃
Quoth he of the shaven head：
〃It was called Ticonderoga
In the days of the great dead。〃
And it fell on the morrow's morning；
In the fiercest of the fight；
That the Cameron bit the dust
As he foretold at night；
And far from the hills of heather
Far from the isles of the sea；
He sleeps in the place of the name
As it was doomed to be。
NOTES TO TICONDEROGA
INTRODUCTION。 … I first heard this legend of my own country
from that friend of men of letters； Mr。 Alfred Nutt； 〃there
in roaring London's central stream；〃 and since the ballad
first saw the light of day in SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE； Mr。 Nutt
and Lord Archibald Campbell have been in public controversy
on the facts。 Two clans； the Camerons and the Campbells； lay
claim to this bracing story； and they do well： the man who
preferred his plighted troth to the commands and menaces of
the dead is an ancestor worth disputing。 But the Campbells
must rest content： they have the broad lands and the broad
page of history； this appanage must be denied them； for
between the name of CAMERON and that of CAMPBELL； the muse
will never hesitate。
Note 1； Mr。 Nutt reminds me it was 〃by my sword and Ben
Cruachan〃 the Cameron swore。
Note 2； 〃A PERIWIG'D LORD OF LONDON。〃 The first Pitt。
Note 3； 〃CATHAY。〃 There must be some omission in General
Stewart's charming HISTORY OF THE HIGHLAND REGIMENTS； a book
that might well be republished and continued； or it scarce
appears how our friend could have got to China。
HEATHER ALE
A GALLOWAY LEGEND
FROM the bonny bells of heather
They brewed a drink long…syne；
Was sweeter far than honey；
Was stronger far than wine。
They brewed it and they drank it；
And lay in a blessed swound
For days and days together
In their dwellings underground。
There rose a king in Scotland；
A fell man to his foes；
He smote the Picts in battle；
He hunted them like roes。
Over miles of the red mountain
He hunted as they fled；
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