THE RUINED HOUSE IN GLENSTRAE.
After the conclusion of his tale, Rob gave the harper a piece of
Spanish gold, and permitted him to pursue his own way. The
MacGregors saw him no more; he was killed three years after, in the
September of 1722, when, by some of the MacKenzies, a party of the
king's troops under a captain MacNeil were lured into an ambush, and
so severely handled that they were compelled to retire to Inverness
in great disorder.
The day after Gillian left them saw the MacGregors traversing
Glenstrae, a wild and romantic valley which opens at the northern
base of Stronmiolchoin, a lonely mountain that forms the eastern
boundary of Glenorchy.
All these were possessions of which the clan had been deprived; and
there every hill and rock, every thicket and ruin, was connected with
some tradition of the past and of Clan Alpine.
The glen was desolate and lonely; for it had long since been swept of
its people by the hostile tribes who had leagued against them.
"Seid svas do piob, vich Alpine!" ("Strike up your pipe, son of
Alpine!") said Rob Roy, as they approached a mass of ruined walls
which rose on a gentle eminence in the glen. "Here, to-day, let us
remember the true and faithful dead, who bequeathed to us the task of
avenging them!"
Then in the still and silent valley the wild lament of the MacGregors
rang mournfully and shrill, as Rob and his men, with their swords
drawn, advanced slowly to the ruins deisail-wise--by the way of the
sun's course,--and marched thrice round them, and then departed, but
with many a frowning glance and backward look.
This was the ruined residence of the chief, Alaster Roy of Glenstrae,
before the clan had been broken up and suppressed. It had been
destroyed amid the events subsequent to the battle of Glenfruin. At
the time of which we write a portion of the walls were standing; now
their foundations can scarcely be discerned above the blooming
heather.
With these old ruins is connected a tradition of the clan which
exhibits some of the strongest traits of the old Highland character.
Alaster Roy MacGregor of Glenstrae had but one son, a brave and
handsome youth, named Evan, to whom he was deeply attached, and whom,
as the future heir of all his possessions, he trained up with
peculiar care, leaving nothing undone to make him perfect as a
soldier and huntsman.
One day when Evan was deerstalking among the mountains he met the
young Laird of Lamond, who, with two attendants, was travelling from
Cowal towards the king's castle of Inverlochy, and they dined
together at a little inn or changehouse, near the Blackmount at the
mouth of Glencoe.
After dinner a dispute occurred; hot words ensued, for both were
passionate and fiery in spirit; and, drawing his dirk, young Lamond
killed Evan MacGregor by a single blow, and he fell across the table
at which they had been seated.
Horrified at what he had done, Lamond leaped from a window and fled,
but was pursued by Dugald Ciar Mhor and other MacGregors, who first
made short work with his two attendants.
The flight and pursuit were maintained on foot; and with Lamond, who
knew that he would be instantly sacrificed if taken, fear added wings
to his speed, so that ultimately he outstripped the friends of him he
had slain.
Ignorant of whither he went, as night was closing he found himself in
a lonely glen, where at the base of a mountain stood a tower, at the
gate of which he breathlessly demanded shelter, succour, and rest.
On being admitted, he asked what place this was?
"Stronmiolchoin--the house of Glenstrae!" replied the wondering
gateward.
"The dwelling of Alaster Roy?"
"Yes."
"Then I am lost--utterly lost!" exclaimed the unhappy Lamond, as he
sank exhausted on a seat.
"Lost! how--what mean you?" asked the laird of Glenstrae, coming
hurriedly forward. "Who are you?"
"The son of Lamond of that Ilk."
"By whom are you pursued, that my house will fail to afford you
succour?" asked Glenstrae.
"I am pursued by MacGregors," replied the sinking fugitive, "and I
beseech you, by all the claims of hospitality and compassion, and by
your authority, to save me from them."
"You are safe," said Alaster, kissing the blade of his dirk; "but
what have you done--whom have you slain?"
"Whom?" reiterated Lamond, in a hollow voice.
"Yes; there is blood upon your hands, and on the hilt of your dirk."
"Alas!" said Lamond, and paused.
"Speak! for you are safe in the house of Glenstrae, whatever you have
done," said the chief impetuously; but the unhappy fugitive clasped
his hands, for a din of voices rang at the tower gate, and Dugald
Ciar Mhor, with other pursuers, came rushing in, bearing with them
the body of Evan, and after informing the unfortunate father of what
had occurred, they loudly demanded that the assassin should be
surrendered unto them.
"I have passed my word to protect him, and I must respect it, even in
this moment of agony!" replied Glenstrae, while the tears rolled over
his face; "never shall it be said that a MacGregor broke his word,
even to an enemy!"
In their rage and sorrow for what had occurred, his wife and daughter
besought him to yield the fugitive to the clansmen, that they might
put him to death; but Glenstrae stood over him with his sword drawn,
and said,--
"Let no man here dare to lay a hand upon him! MacGregor has promised
him safety, and by the soul of my only and beloved son, whom he has
slain, he shall be safe while under the roof of Glenstrae--safe as if
beneath his own!"
And before the interment of Evan, when the sorrow and the angry
passions of the assembled clan would be roused to their full height,
the chief, with a chosen party, escorted young Lamond far across the
mountains, and almost to within sight of his home in Cowal.
"Farewell, Lamond," said he, gravely and sternly; "on your own land
you are now safe. Farther I will not and cannot protect you. Avoid
my people, lest your father may have to endure the sorrow that wrings
this heart of mine; and may God forgive you the woe you have brought
on the house of Glenstrae!"
In a few years after this, the Field of Glenfruin was fought; the
castle of Stronmiolchoin was destroyed, and Master of Glenstrae, then
an aged man, and all his people were proscribed fugitives.
Homeless, nameless, and a wanderer, with the severe parliamentary
acts of James VI. hanging over his head, the laird of Glenstrae had
to lurk in the caves and woods among the glens that had once been his
own, till he was captured by Sir James Campbell of Ardkinlass, from
whom ne made an escape, and fled to Cowal, a peninsula of Argyle,
that stretches far into the Firth of Clyde.
Here the young laird of Lamond found the poor old man, and received
and protected him in his house, with many other fugitives of the Clan
Gregor, saving them from Archibald Earl of Argyle and other powerful
enemies.
To the earl, Glenstrae at last yielded himself, on the solemn promise
that he should be sent out of Scottish ground--a promise which was
truly but fearfully kept!
He was marched as far as the English side of Berwick, under an escort
of the Scottish Horse Guard, commanded by David Murray, Lord Scone,
and then brought back to Edinburgh, where, with eighteen devoted men
of his surname, he was hanged on the 20th of January, 1604.
"Being a chief," says Birrel, "he was hanged his own height above the
rest of his friends."
It was the memory of severities such as these, together with their
local position, that fostered a spirit of resentment and ferocious
resistance to all civil law in the tribe of MacGregor.
"When I asked a very learned minister in the Highlands," says Dr.
Johnson, "which he considered the most savage clans, _those_, said
he, _which live next the Lowlands_."
This was the mere force of circumstances and position; and hence the
most warlike and predatory of the Lowland clans were those of the
borders adjoining England.