62 JOURNEY TO THE KETTLE. CHAP. iv. 



near where the Allanvale cemetery now stands. He 

 went in amongst the bushes, took off his working 

 duds and put his Sunday clothes on ; then, tying the 

 former in a bundle, he dug a hole amongst the sand 

 and shingle, and thrust them in, stamping upon them 

 to press them down. He covered up the whole with 

 grass, leaves, and shingle. Putting his stockings and 

 shoes together, and swinging them over his shoulder, he 

 set out barefoot for Kettle. He thought he might be 

 able to accomplish the journey in about two days. 



Away he sped. Time was precious. The way 

 was long, and his provender was small. He had only 

 sixpence. He soon tried to raise the other penny. 

 He met with two herd boys and a girl. He said to 

 the boys, "Will ye buy a knife? I'll give it you 

 cheap." "No" He passed through Stonehaven, 

 about sixteen miles from Aberdeen, and up a steep 

 brae on to Bervie. 



Edward was not much influenced by the scenery 

 through which he passed. He was anxious to 

 push on without loss of time. But one thing he 

 could not help seeing, and that was the ruins of 

 Dunnottar Castle. They lay on his left hand, on a 

 lofty rock-bound cliff, betwixt him and the sea. 

 They seemed to be of great extent, but he could not 

 turn aside to visit the ruins. They reminded him, 

 however, of the numerous stories he had heard about 

 them at home, of the Covenanters who had been 

 thrust into the Whigs' Vault at Dunnottar, where 



