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Chapter I. I Set off Upon My Journey to the House of Shaws
Chapter II. I Come to My Journey’s End
Chapter III. I Make Acquaintance of My Uncle
Chapter IV. I Run a Great Danger in the House of Shaws
Chapter V. I Go to the Queensferry
Chapter VI. What Befell at the Queensferry
Chapter VII. I Go to Sea in the Brig Covenant of Dysart
Chapter VIII. The Round-House
Chapter IX. The Man with the Belt of Gold
Chapter X. The Siege of the Round-House
Chapter XI. The Captain Knuckles Under
Chapter XII. I Hear of the Red Fox
Chapter XIII. The Loss of the Brig
Chapter XIV. The Islet
Chapter XV. The Lad with the Silver Button: Through the Isle of Mull
Chapter XVI. The Lad with the Silver Button: Across Morven
Chapter XVII. The Death of the Red Fox
Chapter XVIII. I Talk with Alan in the Wood of Lettermore
Chapter XIX. The House of Fear
Chapter XX. The Flight in the Heather: The Rocks
Chapter XXI. The Flight in the Heather: The Heugh of Corrynakiegh
Chapter XXII. The Flight in the Heather: The Moor
Chapter XXIII Cluny’s Cage
Chapter XXIV. The Flight in the Heather: The Quarrel
Chapter XXV. In Balquhidder
Chapter XXVI. End of the Flight: We Pass the Forth
Chapter XXVII. I Come to Mr. Rankeillor
Chapter XXVIII. I Go in Quest of My Inheritance
Chapter XXIX. I Come into My Kingdom
Chapter XXX. Good-bye
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I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the last time out of the door of my father’s house. The sun began to shine upon the summit of the hills as I went down the road; and by the time I had come as far as the manse, the blackbirds were whistling in the garden lilacs, and the mist that hung around the valley in the time of the dawn was beginning to arise and die away.
Mr. Campbell, the minister of Essendean, was waiting for me by the garden gate, good man! He asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I lacked for nothing, he took my hand in both of his and clapped it kindly under his arm.
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To be sure, I laughed over this; but it was rather tremulous laughter; and I was glad to get my bundle on my staff ’s end and set out over the ford and up the hill upon the farther side; till, just as I came on the green drove-road running wide through the heather, I took my last look of Kirk Essendean, the trees about the manse, and the big rowans in the kirkyard where my father and my mother lay.
‘I will do no such thing,’ I cried. ‘I will deliver it into Mr. Balfour’s hands, as it was meant I should. It is a letter of introduction.’
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