Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1883-03-31
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When the late Dean Stanley was in this
country he spent an evening with Bishop
Williams in Hartford. The conversation
had turned to the subject of the French
and Indian war, and the Dean displayed
great knowlege concerning the history of
those days. At length Ticonderoga was
mentioned, and the Englishman asked
" Did you ever hear, bishop, the story of
Duncan Campbell of Inveraugh? Well,
there happened, shortly after the defeat of
Edward the Pretender, to be a meeting of
gentlemen in the west of Scotland, whose
conversation turned upon political subjects
1t was dangerous ground, for part of them
were in favor of the family of Ham
over, and the rest were partisans of Charles
Stuart. The discussion waxed hot, and at
length swords were drawn. The quarrel
was only ended when one of the contestants
fell dead. There lived at that time, as
they do to-day, near the place of the quar-
rel, the family of Campbells of In
veraugh. Duncan Campbell was ten the
head OF the clan, and to him the unfor-
innate man appealed for protection. With
the usual hospitality of Highlander the
Campbell granted him shelter and swore to
defend him in his misfortune. The follow
ing day the startling news came to the
chief that the murdered man was his own
cousin, and that he was sheltering the
slayer of kinsman. That night the cousin
came to Campbell in a dream and de.
manded of him vengeance for his death.
The honorable soul of the chieftain revolted
from any treachery, and he told his guest
of the dream. Again night came, and again
the cousin appeared, asking for retrlbu-
ton. Unable to break his vow, Camp
bill sent his guest away to the mountains
under strong escort, and trusted he would
at length sleep IN peace. But at dead
of night came that CHASTITY visitor and
said in tones of anger: Duncan Campbell,
we will meet at TIconderoga. The High
lander awoke next morning with great
| feeling of relief. Ticonderoga was word
| he had never heard, and whether the spirit
referred to realm of the other world or
was inventing words to scare him he neither
knew or cared.
Years went by, and at length Duncan
Campbell found himself q Major in the
Scotch Rangers under Ahercrombie in the
expedition against the French on Lake
George in the summer of 1853. The army,
the largest ever assembled in America up
to that time, had sailed down the lake in
a thousand boats and landed near its out
let. To the Scotch Major the name Ticon.
derega, against which point the expedition
was directed, had sounded with an awful
and ominous, import. His Colonel, by
name Gordon. Graham, who knew the
story, endeavored to cheer his dropping
spirits, but it was with heavy heart
that the Highland chieftain prepared his
men for attack. The story of that days
disaster is well known how the brave
Lord Howe fell early in the action how
the brawny Scotchman attempted to scale
the breastworks, and how at length
the retreat was sounded after the
loss of 1000 men. Mortallv wounded,
Duncan Campbell was carried from the
field, aud breathed his last in the hospital
at Fort Edward. Just before his death
he said to Gordon Graham As / slept
last night after the battle, Colonel, the
spirit of my cousin came to me and said
g Duncan Campbell, we have met at I'll.
conderoga. ;" "Such," said the Dean, in
conclusion, 8" is the ghost story of Ticon.
deroga' IS l have heard it from the pres
emit Campbells of Inveraugh, the descend.
ants of the unfortunate Duncan"
The bishop had listened with great inter.
est to the tale, and at its close said /" Your
story, dean, ia new to me, but now recol-
lect that l have seen the grave of Duncan
Campbell at Fort Edward. 1t is marked
by crumbling slab that tells of his death
from a wound received in the attack on
Ticonderoga, July s, 1855"
Thus it happened that one of the only
men in England who knew the strange
story of the Scotch Major told it, by pc
culiar chance, to perhaps the only man in
America who had noticed the existence of
that neglected grave.