A letter from James Stewart to Mr.John Macfarlane,introduced as evidence in the trial,says:"There is one Alan Stewart,a distant friend of the late Ardshiel's,who is in the French service,and came over in March last,as he said to some,in order to settle at home;to others,that he was to go soon back;and was,as I hear,the day that the murder was committed,seen not far from the place where it happened,and is not now to be seen;by which it is believed he was the actor.He is a desperate foolish fellow;and if he is guilty,came to the country for that very purpose.He is a tall,pock-pitted lad,very black hair,and wore a blue coat and metal buttons,an old red vest,and breeches of the same colour."A second witness testified to having seen him wearing "a blue coat with silver buttons,a red waistcoat,black shag breeches,tartan hose,and a feathered hat,with a big coat,dun coloured,"a costume referred to by one of the counsel as "French cloathes which were remarkable."There are many incidents given in the trial that point to Alan's fiery spirit and Highland quickness to take offence.One witness "declared also That the said Alan Breck threatened that he would challenge Ballieveolan and his sons to fight because of his removing the declarant last year from Glenduror."On another page:"Duncan Campbell,change-keeper at Annat,aged thirty-five years,married,witness cited,sworn,purged and examined ut supra,depones,That,in the month of April last,the deponent met with Alan Breck Stewart,with whom he was not acquainted,and John Stewart,in Auchnacoan,in the house of the walk miller of Auchofragan,and went on with them to the house:Alan Breck Stewart said,that he hated all the name of Campbell;and the deponent said,he had no reason for doing so:But Alan said,he had very good reason for it:that thereafter they left that house;and,after drinking a dram at another house,came to the deponent's house,where they went in,and drunk some drams,and Alan Breck renewed the former Conversation;and the deponent,making the same answer,Alan said,that,if the deponent had any respect for his friends,he would tell them,that if they offered to turn out the possessors of Ardshiel's estate,he would make black cocks of them,before they entered into possession by which the deponent understood shooting them,it being a common phrase in the country."Some time after the publication of Kidnapped we stopped for a short while in the Appin country,where we were surprised and interested to discover that the feeling concerning the murder of Glenure (the "Red Fox,"also called "Colin Roy")was almost as keen as though the tragedy had taken place the day before.For several years my husband received letters of expostulation or commendation from members of the Campbell and Stewart clans.Ihave in my possession a paper,yellow with age,that was sent soon after the novel appeared,containing "The Pedigree of the Family of Appine,"wherein it is said that "Alan 3rd Baron of Appine was not killed at Flowdoun,tho there,but lived to a great old age.He married Cameron Daughter to Ewen Cameron of Lochiel."Following this is a paragraph stating that "John Stewart 1st of Ardsheall of his descendants Alan Breck had better be omitted.Duncan Baan Stewart in Achindarroch his father was a Bastard."One day,while my husband was busily at work,I sat beside him reading an old cookery book called The Compleat Housewife:or Accomplish'd Gentlewoman's Companion.In the midst of receipts for "Rabbits,and Chickens mumbled,Pickled Samphire,Skirret Pye,Baked Tansy,"and other forgotten delicacies,there were directions for the preparation of several lotions for the preservation of beauty.One of these was so charming that Iinterrupted my husband to read it aloud."Just what I wanted!"he exclaimed;and the receipt for the "Lily of the Valley Water"was instantly incorporated into Kidnapped.
F.V.DE G.S.
DEDICATION
MY DEAR CHARLES BAXTER:
If you ever read this tale,you will likely ask yourself more questions than I should care to answer:as for instance how the Appin murder has come to fall in the year 1751,how the Torran rocks have crept so near to Earraid,or why the printed trial is silent as to all that touches David Balfour.These are nuts beyond my ability to crack.But if you tried me on the point of Alan's guilt or innocence,I think I could defend the reading of the text.To this day you will find the tradition of Appin clear in Alan's favour.If you inquire,you may even hear that the descendants of "the other man"who fired the shot are in the country to this day.But that other man's name,inquire as you please,you shall not hear;for the Highlander values a secret for itself and for the congenial exercise of keeping it I might go on for long to justify one point and own another indefensible;it is more honest to confess at once how little I am touched by the desire of accuracy.This is no furniture for the scholar's library,but a book for the winter evening school-room when the tasks are over and the hour for bed draws near;and honest Alan,who was a grim old fire-eater in his day has in this new avatar no more desperate purpose than to steal some young gentleman's attention from his Ovid,carry him awhile into the Highlands and the last century,and pack him to bed with some engaging images to mingle with his dreams.
As for you,my dear Charles,I do not even ask you to like this tale.But perhaps when he is older,your son will;he may then be pleased to find his father's name on the fly-leaf;and in the meanwhile it pleases me to set it there,in memory of many days that were happy and some (now perhaps as pleasant to remember)that were sad.If it is strange for me to look back from a distance both in time and space on these bygone adventures of our youth,it must be stranger for you who tread the same streets--who may to-morrow open the door of the old Speculative,where we begin to rank with Scott and Robert Emmet and the beloved and inglorious Macbean--or may pass the corner of the close where that great society,the L.J.R.,held its meetings and drank its beer,sitting in the seats of Burns and his companions.I think I see you,moving there by plain daylight,beholding with your natural eyes those places that have now become for your companion a part of the scenery of dreams.How,in the intervals of present business,the past must echo in your memory!Let it not echo often without some kind thoughts of your friend,R.L.S.
SKERRYVORE,BOURNEMOUTH.
