At that time horses were used as a mode of
conveyance so much more than carriages, that almost every
gentle-woman had her own steed, and Miss Cochrane, being a
skilful rider, was possessed of a well-managed palfrey, on whose
speed and other qualities she had been accustomed to depend. On
the morning after she had bid her father farewell, long ere the
inhabitants of Edinburgh were astir, she found herself many
miles on the road to the Borders. She had taken care to attire
herself in a manner which corresponded with the design of
passing herself off for a young serving-woman journeying on a
borrowed horse to the house of her mother in a distant part of
the country ; and by only resting at solitary cottages, where
she generally found the family out at work, save perhaps an old
woman or some children, she had the good fortune, on the second
day after leaving Edinburgh, to reach in safety the abode of her
old nurse, who lived on the English side of the Tweed, four
miles beyond the town of Berwick. In this woman she knew she
could place implicit confidence, and to her, therefore, revealed
her secret. She was resolved, she said, to make an attempt to
save her father’s life, by stopping the postman, an equestrian
like herself, and forcing him to deliver up his bags, in which
she expected to find the fatal warrant. Singular as such a
determination may appear in a delicate young woman, especially
if we consider that she was aware of the arms always carried by
the man to whose charge the mail was committed, it is
nevertheless an undoubted fact that such was her resolve. In
pursuance of this design, she had brought with her a brace of
small pistols, together with a horseman’s cloak tied up in a
bundle, and hung on the crutch of her saddle; and now borrowed
from her nurse the attire of her foster-brother, which, as he
was a slight-made lad, fitted her reasonably well.
At that period, all
those appliances which at this day accelerate the progress of
the traveller were unknown, and the mail from London, which now
arrives in about ten hours, took eight days in reaching the
Scottish capital. Miss Cochrane thus calculated on a delay of
sixteen or seventeen days in the execution of her father’s
sentence—a space of time which she deemed amply sufficient to
give a fair trial to the treaty set on foot for his liberation.
She had, by means which it is unnecessary here to detail,
possessed herself of the most minute information with regard to
the places at which the postmen rested on their journey, one of
which was a small public-house, kept by a widow woman, on the
outskirts of the little town of Belford. There the man who
received the bag at Durham was accustomed to arrive about six
o’clock in the morning, and take a few hours repose before
proceeding farther on his journey.* In pursuance of the plan
laid down by Miss Cochrane, she arrived at this inn about an
hour after the man had composed himself to sleep, in the hope of
being able, by the exercise of her wit and dexterity, to ease
him of his charge.
Lest it should appear
at issue with probability that the postman should thus “take his
ease at his inn,” it may be mentioned, as a fact defying all
question, that this official, at a period much later, used
sometimes to dismount on a muir, near the place here mentioned,
and partake of a game at quoits, or other sports which might be
proceeding by the wayside.
Having put her horse
into the stable, which was a duty that devolved on the guests at
this little change-house, from its mistress having no ostler,
she entered the only apartment which the house afforded, and
demanded refreshment.
"Sit down at the end
of that table,” said the old woman, "for the best I have to give
you is there already ; and be pleased, my bonnie man, to make as
little noise as ye can, for there’s ane asleep in that bed that
I like ill to disturb."
Miss Cochrane promised
fairly; and after attempting to eat some of the viands, which
were the remains of the sleeping man’s meal, she asked for some
cold water.
"What!” said the old dame, as she handed
it to her; "ye are a water-drinker, are ye? It’s but an ill
custom for a change-house.”
"I am aware of that,”
replied her guest; "and therefore, when in a public-house, I
always pay for it the price of the stronger potation, which I
cannot take."
"Indeed!—well, that is but just,” said the
landlady; "and I think the more of you for such reasonable
conduct.”
"Is the well where you get this water near
at hand?” said the young lady; "for if you will take the trouble
to bring me some from it, as this is rather warm, it shall be
considered in the lawing.”
"It is a good bit off"
responded the landlady; "but I cannot refuse to fetch some for
such a civil, discreet lad, and will be as quick as I can ; but,
for any sake, take care and don’t meddle with these pistols,”
she continued, pointing to a pair of pistols on the table, "for
they are loaded, and I am always terrified for them. ”
Saying this, she
disappeared; and Miss Cochrane, who would have contrived some
other errand for her, had the well been near, no sooner saw the
door shut, than she passed, with trembling eagerness, and a
cautious but rapid step, to the place where the man lay soundly
sleeping, in one of those close wooden bedsteads common in the
houses of the poor, the door of which was left half open to
admit the air, and which she opened still wider in the hope of
seeing the mail-bag, and being able to seize upon it. But what
was her dismay when she beheld only a part of the integument
which contained what she would have sacrificed her life a
thousand times to obtain, just peeping out from below the shaggy
head and brawny shoulders of its keeper, who lay in such a
position upon it as to give not the smallest hope of its
extraction without his being aroused from his nap.
A few bitter moments
of observation served to convince her that possession of this
treasure must be obtained in some other way; and, again closing
the door of the bed, she approached the pistols, and having
taken them from the holsters, she as quickly as possible drew
the loading, which having secreted, she then returned them to
their cases, and resumed her seat at the foot of the table. She
had barely time to recover from the agitation into which the
fear of the man’s awakening during her recent occupation had
thrown her, when the old woman returned with the water; and
having taken a draught, of which she stood much in need, she
settled her account much to her land-lady’s content, by paying
for the water the price of a pot of beer. Having then carelessly
asked and ascertained how much longer the other guest was likely
to continue his sleep, she left the house, and mounting her
horse, set off at a trot, in a different direction from that in
which she had arrived.
Making a compass of
two or three miles, she once more fell into the high road
between Belford and Berwick, where she walked her horse gently
on, awaiting the coming up of the postman. Though all her
faculties were now absorbed in one aim, and the thought of her
father’s deliverance still reigned supreme in her mind, yet she
could not help occasionally figuring to herself the possibility
of her tampering with the pistols being discovered, and their
loading replaced, in which case it was more than likely that her
life would be the forfeit of the act she meditated. A woman’s
fears would still intrude, notwithstanding all her heroism, and
the glorious issue which promised to attend the success of her
enterprise. When she at length saw and heard the postman
advancing behind her, the strong necessity of the case gave her
renewed courage; and it was with perfect coolness that, on his
coming close up, she civilly saluted him, put her horse into the
same pace with his, and rode on for some way in his company. He
was a strong, thick-set fellow, with a good-humoured
countenance, which did not seem to Miss Cochrane, as she looked
anxiously upon it, to savour much of hardy daring. He rode with
the mail-bags (for there were two—one containing the letters
direct from London, and the other those taken up at the
different post-offices on the road) strapped firmly to his
saddle in front, close to the holsters. After riding a short
distance together, Miss Cochrane deemed it time, as they were
nearly half-way between Belford and Berwick, to commence her
operations. She therefore rode nearly close to her companion,
and said, in a tone of determination,——
"Friend, I have taken
a fancy for those mail-bags of yours, and I must have them ;
therefore, take my advice, and deliver them up quietly, for I am
provided for all hazards. I am mounted, as you see, on a fleet
steed; I carry firearms; and, moreover, am allied with those who
are stronger, though not bolder than myself. You see yonder
wood," she continued, pointing to one at the distance of about a
mile, with an accent and air which was meant to carry
intimidation with it; "again, I say, take my advice; give me the
bags, and speed back the road you came for the present, nor dare
to approach that wood for at least two or three hours to come.”
There was in such
language from a stripling something so surprising that the man
looked on Miss Cochrane for. an instant in silent and unfeigned
amazement.
"If you mean, my young master," said he,
as soon as he found his tongue, "to make yourself merry at my
expense, you are welcome. I am no sour churl to take offence at
the idle words of a foolish boy. But if,” he said, taking one of
the pistols from the holster, and turning its muzzle towards
her, " ye are mad enough to harbour one serious thought of such
a matter, I am ready for you. But, methinks, my lad, you seem at
an age when robbing a garden or an old woman’s fruit-stall would
bent you better, if you must turn thief, than taking his
Majesty’s mails upon his own highway, from such a stout man as I
am. Be thankful, however, that you have met with one who will
not shed blood if he can help it, and sheer off before you
provoke me to fire." `
"Nay,” said his young
antagonist, "I am not fonder of bloodshed than you are; but if
you will not be persuaded, what can I do? for I have told you a
truth, ‘that mail I must, and will have’. So now choose, " she
continued, as she drew one of the small pistols from under her
cloak, and deliberately cocking it, presented it in his face.
"Then your blood be
upon your own head,” said the fellow, as he raised his hand, and
fired his pistol, which, however, only flashed in the pan.
Dashing this weapon to the ground, he lost not a moment in
pulling out the other, which he also aimed at his assailant, and
fired with the same result. In a transport of rage and
disappointment, the man sprung from his horse, and made an
attempt to seize her; but by an adroit use of her spurs she
eluded his grasp, and placed herself out of his reach. Meanwhile
his horse had moved forward some yards, and to see and seize the
advantage presented by this circumstance was one and the same to
the heroic girl, who, darting towards it, caught the bridle, and
having led her prize off about a hundred yards, stopped while
she called to the thunderstruck postman to remind him of her
advice about the wood. She then put both horses to their speed,
and on turning to look at the man she had robbed, had the
pleasure of perceiving that her mysterious threat had taken
effect, and he was now pursuing his way back to Belford.
Miss Cochrane speedily
entered the wood to which she had alluded, and tying the strange
horse to a tree, out of all observation from the road, proceeded
to unfasten the straps of the mail. By means of a sharp
penknife, which set at defiance the appended locks, she was soon
mistress of the contents, and with an eager hand broke open the
Government dispatches, which were unerringly pointed out to her
by their address to the council in Edinburgh, and their imposing
weight and broad seals of office. Here she found not only the
warrant for her father’s death, but also many other sentences
inflicting different degrees of punishment on various
delinquents. These, however, it may be readily supposed, she did
not then stop to examine ; she contented herself with tearing
them into small fragments, and placing them carefully in her
bosom.
The intrepid girl now mounted her steed,
and rode off, leaving all the private papers as she had found
them, imagining—what eventually proved the case—that they would
be discovered ere long, from the hints she had thrown out about
the wood, and thus reach their proper places of destination. She
now made all haste to reach the cottage of her nurse, where,
having not only committed to the flames the fragments of the
dreaded warrant, but also the other obnoxious papers, she
quickly resumed her female garments, and was again, after this
manly and daring action, the simple and unassuming Miss Grizel
Cochrane. Leaving the cloak and pistols behind her, to be
concealed by her nurse, she again mounted her horse, and
directed her flight towards Edinburgh, and by avoiding as much
as possible the high road, and resting at sequestered cottages,
as she had done before (and that only twice for a couple of
hours each time), she reached town early in the morning of the
next day.
It must now suffice to say that the time
gained by the heroic act above related was productive of the end
for which it was undertaken, and that Sir John Cochrane was
pardoned, at the instigation of the king’s favourite counsellor,
who interceded for him in consequence of receiving a bribe of
five thousand pounds from the Earl of Dundonald. Of the feelings
which on this occasion filled the heart of his courageous and
devoted daughter, we cannot speak in adequate terms; and it is
perhaps best at any rate to leave them to the imagination of the
reader. The state of the times was not such for several years as
to make it prudent that her adventure should be publicly known ;
but after the Revolution, when the country was at length
relieved from persecution and danger, and every man was at
liberty to speak of the trials he had undergone, and the
expedients by which he had mastered them, her heroism was
neither unknown nor unapproved. Miss cochrane afterwards married
Mr Ker of Moriston, in the county of Berwick ; and there can be
little doubt that she proved equally affectionate and amiable as
a wife, as she had already been dutiful and devoted as a
daughter. —— Chambers’ Edinburgh Journal.