Donald Maceachan, a cottar at Arar, married, with a wife, and five
children. This poor man, his wife, and children were fully twenty-three
nights without any shelter but the broad and blue heavens. They kindled
a fire, and prepared their food beside a rock, and then slept in the
open air. Just imagine the condition of this poor mother, Donald’s
wife, nursing a delicate child, and subjected to merciless storms of
wind and rain during a long October night. One of these melancholy
nights the blankets that covered them were frozen and white with frost.