Spines 

 Titlepage 

 Jenny Dennison 

 The Battle of Bothwell Bridge 

 "Whiles—at Brose-time" 

 Morton Awaiting Death—Frontispiece 

 Uttered a Dismal Shriek, and Fainted 

 Morton and Black Linn 

 Interior of Abbotsford 

 

 

 

 

     CHAPTER I. 

               And look how many Grecian tents do stand Hollow upon this plain—so many hollow factions. Troilus and Cressida. 

     In a hollow of the hill, about a quarter of a mile from the field of battle, was a shepherd's hut; a miserable cottage, which, as the only enclosed spot within a moderate distance, the leaders of the presbyterian army had chosen for their council-house. Towards this spot Burley guided Morton, who was surprised, as he approached it, at the multifarious confusion of sounds which issued from its precincts. The calm and anxious gravity which it might be supposed would have presided in councils held on such important subjects, and at a period so critical, seemed to have given place to discord wild, and loud uproar, which fell on the ear of their new ally 

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