Kidnapped

Chapter 10 The next day it was agreed, that Alan should do for himself until sunset, but as soon as it began to grow dark, he should lie in the fields by the roadside and stay there until he heard me whistling. For our signal, he taught me a little bit of a Highland tune, […]

Chapter 9 For long, we said nothing. We marched along. I was angry and proud. Alan was angry and ashamed. He was ashamed that he had lost my money and angry that I should be so upset about it. I thought of leaving him, but I could not turn to a friend who certainly loved

Chapter 8 We came to a valley in a great mountain, with water running down the middle and a shallow cave in the rock on one side. It was here Alan had been headed. We slept in the cave, making our bed of heather bushes and covering ourselves with Alan’s greatcoat. There was a place

Chapter 7 “Well,” said he, “that was a hot chase, David.” I said nothing. I had seen murder done and a great, ruddy, jovial gentleman struck out of life in moment. Here the man that Alan heated was murdered. Here was Alan skulking in the tree and running from the troops. The way saw it

Chapter 6 On the land, rugged and trackless, I had no better guide than my own nose. I came upon a house and old gentleman who sat smoking his pipe in the sun. In broken English, he hold me my shipmates had got safely ashore and had eaten in this same house the day before.

Chapter 5 A breeze sprang up and blew off the rain and brought out the sun. Alan and I sat in the roundhouse with the doors open and smoked a pipe or two of the captain’s tobacco. We heard each other’s stories, and I learnt of that wild Highland country where we were soon to

Chapter 4 More than a week went by on the tenth afternoon there was a falling swell and a thick, wet, white fog that hid one end of the brig from the other. I felt danger in the air and was excited. Maybe about ten at night, I was serving Mr. Riach and the captain

Chapter 3 I came in darkness, in great pain, and bound hand and foot. I lay somewhere in the belly of the unlucky ship. The whole world heaved up, then rushed down. I could hear the scurryings of the rats of the ship that sometimes ran across my face. I was sick and hurt, confused,

Chapter 2 In a room next to the kitchen, where he let me go, I found a great number of books in Latin and English. On the first page in one book, I found this written by my father’s hand: “To my brother Ebenezer on his fifth birthday.” I was puzzled. The eldest son Ebenezer

Chapter 1 My adventures began early one June morning in the year 1751. I was a lad of seventeen. I locked the door of my father’s house for the last time. The sun shone on the hilltops as I went down the road. Mr. Campbell, the minister, was waiting for me by his garden gate.