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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
CHAPTER VI.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Campbell.
At an early hour in the morning the guests of the Castle sprung from their repose; and, after a moment's private conversation with his attendants, Lord Menteith addressed the soldier, who was seated in a corner burnishing his corslet with rot-stone and shamois-leather, while he hummed the old song in honour of the victorious Gustavus Adolphus:—
When cannon are roaring, and bullets are flying,
The lad that would have honour, boys, must never fear dying.
"Captain Dalgetty," said Lord Men-
