R. M. Ballantyne

R. M. Ballantyne

Summary

Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne,  Hunted and Harried

“ Turning now from the south-west of Scotland, we direct attention to the eastern seaboard of Kincardine, where, perched like a sea-bird on the weatherbeaten cliffs, stands the stronghold of Dunnottar Castle.
Down in the dungeons of that rugged pile lies our friend Andrew Black, very different from the man whose fortunes we have hitherto followed. Care, torment, disease, hard usage, long confinement, and desperate anxiety have graven lines on his face that nothing but death can smooth out. Wildly-tangled hair, with a long shaggy beard and moustache, render him almost unrecognisable.
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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne,  Hunted and Harried

“ His evenings were spent in Candlemaker Row, where, seated by the window with his mother, Mrs Wallace, and the two girls, he smoked his pipe and commented on Scotland’s woes while gazing across the tombs at the glow in the western sky. Ramblin’ Peter—no longer a beardless boy, but a fairly well-grown and good-looking youth—was a constant visitor at the Row. Aggie Wilson had taught him the use of his tongue, but Peter was not the man to use it in idle flirtation—nor Aggie the girl to listen if he had done so. ”
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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne,  Hunted and Harried

“ Sheathing his sword, he drew a pistol from its holster, and, handing the reins to his companion, dismounted.
“Noo!” exclaimed Quentin, bringing his staff down on the trooper’s iron headpiece with a terrific thwack. Like a flash of lightning the club of Wallace rang and split upon that of the other horseman, who fell headlong to the ground.
Strong arms have seldom occasion to repeat a well-delivered blow.
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Source: Gutenberg

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