CHARLES promised the Covenanters freedom, but he never
meant to keep his word. Soon war broke out again. The Scots marched into
England, and there, instead of being feared, as they used to be, they were
greeted as friends. For many of the English hated the Prayer Book. These
Puritans, as they were called, sided with the Scots. Charles was also
quarrelling with his English Parliament. His army fought in a half-hearted
way, and soon it fled before the Covenanters. So the King was obliged to
make peace, and the Covenanters went home triumphant.
The quarrels between Charles and his English
Parliament now grew worse arid worse. James vi. had tried to be an
autocratic king, that is, he had tried to do exactly as he liked. The King
can do no wrong, he said, and he had taught his son Charles to think and to
say the same. At last the whole country rose in rebellion. This is called
the Great Rebellion, and in it English, Scots, and Irish, all took part.
It was a war for freedom and a war for religion that
now began. On one side were the King and many of the lords and gentlemen who
were Roman Catholics and Episcopalians, oil other side were the members of
Parliament, the Presbyterians and Puritans, and most of the common people.
In Scotland, many of the nobles too, fought against their King, but some
fought for him. Chief among these was James Graham, Marquis of Montrose.
Montrose was handsome and brave, a soldier and a poet. He was so noble and
so fearless, that he seemed more like a knight of ancient days, than a man
of his own time. He had been a Covenanter, and had fought for the Covenant.
Now he fought for the King. Traitors change from side to side, yet no one
has ever called Montrose a traitor, because, although he was a Covenanter
and a Presbyterian, he had never wished to overthrow the King, and although
he now fought for the King, lie remained a Presbyterian to the day of his
When all the country rose in war, a great Scottish
army marched into England to help the Parliamentarians. Montrose had been
with the King's army in England, but seeing that he could do no good there,
he made up his mind to return to Scotland. He knew that in the Highlands
there were many loyal men who would fight for the King, if they had a
leader. But how to get there was the difficulty. Between him and the
Highlands stretched half the length of England, and all the Lowlands of
Scotland, filled with the King's enemies. The King's enemies were Montrose's
enemies, and he knew that if he were caught, he would certainly be killed.
But no danger ever made Montrose afraid.
'He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts
That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.'
So he sang. Dressed like a groom, mounted upon a poor
old horse, and leading another by the bridle, he rode behind two of his
friends, as if he were their servant. In this way they passed safely through
When they came to the Border, they were told that the
traitor Montrose was somewhere near, and that soldiers were searching for
him everywhere. But in spite of that, they passed on. They had gone a little
farther, when a soldier came up to them. This man had fought under Montrose,
and in spite of his disguise, he knew him quite well.
'My lord Montrose,' he said.
But the Marquis calmly went on with what he was doing,
pretending not to know that he was being spoken to.
'My lord,' said the man again.
'What folly is this?' said one of the gentlemen,
hoping still to deceive the man, 'this is my servant'
But the man laughed scornfully. 'What,' he said, 'do I
not know my lord Montrose well enough? But,' he added, humbly and
respectfully, 'go your way, and God be with you whithersoever you go.'
When the Marquis saw that it was useless to try to
deceive the man, he gave him some money, and sent him away. Then, knowing
from this adventure how dangerous it was to delay, he and his friends rode
as fast as they could, sparing neither their horses nor themselves, till
they reached the Highlands.
There, for some days, Montrose lay hidden,
sleeping among the hills by night, hiding in a peasant's hut by day. At
first, things seemed quite hopeless. But soon he heard that another of the
King's friends had landed from Ireland, bringing with him about it thousand
men. Montrose at once joined them, and was received with joy as their
leader. Then with this little army, he began his battles for the King.
The men were badly clothed, and scarcely armed at all.
Their weapons were sticks and stones, axes, and heavy Highland swords,
called claymores. A few had rusty old guns, but they had no cannon, and only
three horses. But the men were fiercely and recklessly brave. Their leader
had the courage of a King. Day by day the army grew. Montrose swept all
Scotland, winning victory after victory, till all Scotland seemed to be at
his feet, and he even hoped to march victoriously into England.
But the soldiers he had had to fight against were
untrained, and when the Scottish commander in England heard of what was
happening in Scotland, he sent an army back from England to fight Montrose.
Montrose marched southward to meet this army. But as he marched, many of his
Highlanders left him, and so, when he reached a place called Philiphaugh, he
had hardly more soldiers than when he had begin his victorious campaign.
There, whilst Montrose himself was in the neighbouring town of Selkirk, his
camp was surprised in the early morning by the Parliamentarians under
For the first time, Montrose with his rough
Highlanders had to face tried soldiers. For the first time he was defeated.
So complete was his defeat, that he fled back to the Highlands. There, for
some months, lie tried hopelessly to raise another army.
In England, meanwhile, many battles were being fought,
sometimes one side winning, sometimes the other. But at last the
Parliamentarians got the best of it. Then Charles, seeing that his cause was
lost, gave himself up to the Scots. Even then, the Scots would have fought
for their King again, if he would have allowed both England and Scotland
freedom in matters of religion. But this, Charles would not promise, so the
Scots gave him back to the English, and went home to Scotland.
When Montrose knew that the King was a prisoner, and
his cause hopeless, he fled away across the sea to a country called Holland.
He went as he had come little more than a year before, disguised as a