Here Callum Beg received them
with a smile of recognition. 'Callum,' said the Chief, 'call Shemus an
Snachad' (James of the Needle). This was the hereditary tailor of Vich
lan Vohr. 'Shemus, Mr. Waverley is to wear the cath dath (battle colour,
or tartan); his trews must be ready in four hours. You know the measure
of a well-made man--two double nails to the small of the leg--'
'Eleven from haunch to heel, seven round the waist. I give your honour
leave to hang Shemus, if there's a pair of sheers in the Highlands that
has a baulder sneck than her's ain at the cumadh an truais' (shape of the
trews).
'Get a plaid of Mac-Ivor tartan and sash,' continued the Chieftain, 'and
a blue bonnet of the Prince's pattern, at Mr. Mouat's in the Crames. My
short green coat, with silver lace and silver buttons, will fit him
exactly, and I have never worn it. Tell Ensign Maccombich to pick out a
handsome target from among mine. The Prince has given Mr. Waverley
broadsword and pistols, I will furnish him with a dirk and purse; add but
a pair of low-heeled shoes, and then, my dear Edward (turning to him),
you will be a complete son of Ivor.'
These necessary directions given, the Chieftain resumed the subject of
Waverley's adventures.
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