Once I had fallen , my leg simply doubling under me , and this had struck Alan for the moment ; but I was afoot so briskly , and set off again with such a natural manner , that he soon forgot the incident . Flushes of heat went over me , and then spasms of shuddering . The stitch in my side was hardly bearable . At last I began to feel that I could trail myself no farther : and with that , there came on me all at once the wish to have it out with Alan , let my anger blaze , and be done with my life in a more sudden manner . He had just called me `` Whig . '' I stopped . `` Mr. Stewart , '' said I , in a voice that quivered like a fiddle-string , `` you are older than I am , and should know your manners . Do you think it either very wise or very witty to cast my politics in my teeth ? I thought , where folk differed , it was the part of gentlemen to differ civilly ; and if I did not , I may tell you I could find a better taunt than some of yours . '' Alan had stopped opposite to me , his hat cocked , his hands in his breeches pockets , his head a little on one side . He listened , smiling evilly , as I could see by the starlight ; and when I had done he began to whistle a Jacobite air . It was the air made in mockery of General Cope 's defeat at Preston Pans : `` Hey , Johnnie Cope , are ye waukin ' yet ? And are your drums a-beatin ' yet ? '' And it came in my mind that Alan , on the day of that battle , had been engaged upon the royal side . `` Why do ye take that air , Mr. Stewart ? '' said I. `` Is that to remind me you have been beaten on both sides ? '' The air stopped on Alan 's lips . `` David ! '' said he . `` But it 's time these manners ceased , '' I continued ; `` and I mean you shall henceforth speak civilly of my King and my good friends the Campbells . ''
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Alan Campbells Cope Flushes General Jacobite King Stewart Whig a-beatin