One day, in the summer of
the year 1752, a stranger of very remarkable appearance, entered a certain
banking office in the city of Glasgow. He was a man of immense stature, of
fierce aspect, and wore the full dress of a Highlander, of which country
his accent discovered him to be a native.
In the manner in which the
stranger made his entre into the banking-office, there was a
curious mixture of boldness and timidity. In the first place, he opened
the door slowly and cautiously, almost as it were by stealth. This done,
he thrust in his head to reconnoitre before advancing a step further;
when, seeing only one person in the office, he assumed the haughty air
which seemed natural to him, stalked into the apartment, banged the door
after him with some violence, and then advanced with a firm step towards a
small deskfor banking-office establishments were then altogether on a
small scaleat which the banker himself, an elderly gentleman, was seated.
The latter, from the moment
the stranger had first thrust his head in at the door, had kept his eye
fixed on him with a look of inquiry, which, said, as plainly as if it had
been spoken, "Who, in the name of all thats suspicious, art thou,
friend?" The stranger instantly perceived that he was looked upon with
more than ordinary interest, and he did not seem to relish the
On approaching the banker,
who was still gazing upon him with a look of intense inquisitiveness and
curiosity, the stranger stood still; and to the inquiry of the former
regarding his business, made no other reply than by beginning to grope
under his plaid, as if in search of something concealed in its voluminous
folds, from which he at length drew a dirty scrap of paper. At this he
glanced for an instant himself, then threw it haughtily on the desk before
the banker. The latter lifted the singular looking document, adjusted his
spectacles, and proceeded to give it a deliberate perusal. This done, he
again laid it down, raised his glasses high on his forehead, with the air
of one who is about to commence a serious and important investigation into
singularly suspicious circumstances; and, addressing the stranger,
said"Pray, friend, where got you this order?"
"Why, what does it signify
how or where I got it?" replied the former, gruffly. "It is all right, I
suppose, and I want the money for it."
"Right, oh! ay, right,"
said the banker, again lifting the paper, and looking at the signature for
at least the sixth time"perhaps it is, but the whole matter is odd. This
gentleman," he added, pointing to the subscribers name, "left Glasgow
yesterday, to my certain knowledge, for the Highlands, and, previously to
his departure, we adjusted all matters between us, and of this order he
said nothing. In short, sir," he went on, "under all the circumstances of
the use, I decline paying you this money." And the old gentleman pressed
his lips together with an air of fixed resolution.
When he had done
"So, so," replied the
bearer of the rejected draft, "you dont like the order. Its suspicious
you think." Here he turned suddenly round about, and threw a rapid glance
around the apartment, as if to be assured that there was no one present
but themselves. Then, again confronted the banker, "You dont like the
order," he repeated, and, in the same instant, he plunged his hand beneath
his plaid. Why, then, heres another, a genuine one. What say you to
that draft, Mr Banker?" And he planted the muzzle of a pistol on the
edge of the little desk at which the person whom he addressed was seated.
"What, dont you like this either?" he said jocosely, as if he enjoyed the
terror and alarm which was now strongly depicted on the countenance of the
banker. "But, come," he added, more sternly, "like it or not, down with
the money; Ive no time to loose. Down with the money, or" and he
completed the sentence by a significant motion of the imposing weapon
which he held in his hand.
"What, sir! what, sir!"
exclaimed the banker, leaping from his sent in the most dreadful
consternation and alarm, his lips pale and quivering with fright, "do you
mean to rob me?"
"Rob you," replied the
terrible stranger, coolly; "rob youno, no; by no means. I only want you
to give me my own."
"I will call out for
assistance, sir; I will get you apprehendedI will get you hanged!"
exclaimed the banker, still dreadfully discomposed.
"You had better not,
replied the stranger, "else you may rue it." And he made another
significant motion with his pistol.
Perceiving now that it was
both idle and dangerous to tamper longer with his extraordinary visitor,
the banker opened a huge iron door in the wall of the apartment, close by
where he had been sitting, and proceeded to count out the amount of the
draft which he was thus forcibly compelled to honour.
"Now," said the stranger,
on putting the last handful of the coin which had been told down to him
into a large leathern purse with which he was provided, "that this little
matter is settled between us, I will tell you something that may be worth
your knowing. If you attempt to follow me one single step, or if you make
the slightest effort to have me pursued, you may rest assured of having
your house, one of these nights, burnt about your ears. If I escape any
such attempt as that I speak of, this I would do with my own hand. If I am
taken, there are certain friends of mine who will do it for me, and,
perhaps, blow your brains out to the bargain."
Having said this, the
strange; after bidding the banker good morning, stalked deliberately out
of the office, leaving the latter to his own reflections on what had just
Fully confiding, as he had
good reason to do, in the threat which had been held out to him, he did
not attempt to follow his tremendous visitor; but stood gazing in rueful
silence, on his retiring figure as he left the office. There was another
reason, however, for the bankers forbearance on this occasion. The draft
which he had paid, he felt assured, was genuine; he only doubted the
circumstances in which it had appeared, and was, therefore, secure from
pecuniary lossa circumstance which had due weight with him, and which
effectually reconciled him to the escape of his customer.
And now, good reader, you
will be somewhat curious to know, we presume, whom this strange person
was. This curiosity we can easily gratify. He was the celebrated Highland
freebooter of the name of John Dhu Cameron, or Sergeant Mor, as he was
called in this native country, from his large stature. The order, whose
odd process of being cashed we have above described, was extorted from a
gentleman whom the sergeant met with in the Highlands; and who was
detained a prisoner by his gang, but treated with much hospitality, until
John Dhus return with the money, when he was liberated and escorted to a
place of safety. The proceeding of the sergeant, in the case just related,
was a bold one; for he was well known and ran great risk of being taken
and hanged. But fortune favours the brave; and John, as we have seen,
succeeded in bringing the dangerous transaction to a happy conclusion.
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