The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-04-28

sons Of books and what would avail the
nutoHatons In the pass of Killiecrankie,
with Its wooded banks and swift running
river. and narrow gorge and surrounding
hills? This was no level plain for Wheel
bombarding with artillery and flank
Ing by masses OF cavalry Claver-
house remembers the morning OF
the battle OF seneffe, when he rode with
with a body Of Highlnnders, and have
the chance OF taking by surprise the
numbering army. OF the Prince Of Orange
and IS. sweeping It away by one headlong
Providence. he has the troops he had
longed for. and his rival has the inert
and helpless regulars. News had come
matte steadiness and perfect confidence
into the trap, and going to place himself
ut the greatest disadvantage for his kind
Of army. The Lord was giving the Wings
the sun set as a prey unto his sword.
Tne passion OF battle was in his blood,
ana the laurels OF victory were within
his reach. Graham forgot his bitter dis.
weary journeys and worse anxieties OF
the past weeks. the cunning cautiousness
Of the chiefs and their maddening jca!-
ousics. Even the pitiable scene at Geno.
for the. moment from his memory and
from his heart. II the Lowlands had
been cold as death to the good cause,
the Highlands had at last taken fire; Il
he had not one-tenth the army he should
have commanded. had every Highlandef
shared his loyalty to the ancient line. he
had sufficient for the days work. II he
had spoken In vain TO the. King at White
nan. and miserably failed to put some
spirit into his timid mind. and been out
voted at the Convention, and been driven
from Edinburgh by Covenanting assas-
sins. and hunted like brigand by Mac
Kay's troops. his day had now come.
He was to taste for the first time the
glorious cupof victory. He had not been
so glad or confident since his marriage
day. when he snatched his bride from
the fastness of his enemy, and, as
Grirnond helped him to army. and gave
the last touches to his MARTA! dress, ht
jested merrily with that solemn servitor.
and sang aloud. to Grimonds vast dis
may. who held the good Scottish faith
that If you, be quiet Providence may
sign of triumph 1t will be an Irresistible
temptation TO the unseen powers.
I'm judgin', my lord that HI We'll win Il,
victory / would like fine to see Mac
kays army tumble in ane great heap
into the Garry. with their general on tho
top o. them. I'm expectin' to see yt
ride into Edinburgh at the head o. the
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frae the castle to greet you. as the
Kings commander-in-ch and a Scot
land lyin' at yir mercy. But for ony
sake be cautious. Master John. and
dinna max a noise; it's just temptin
Providence. an the Lord forgie me for
sayin' it. l never So" HIGHT without a
howe. I'm no waht.n you to be there
afore the day Is done. Dinna sing thae
rantin camp songs. and abune a dinna
whistle till a things be settled; at ony
rate, it's no cnnny."
WAS there ever such solemn face
and cautious spoken fellow living as you,
your glass, and unless my ears played
me false. sing song. too. round the
campfire in days past But I know
the superstition that Is in you and all
all tarred with the same stick. Do "
really think. Jock. that the Almighty sta
watching US, like poor, Jealous. can.
good fortune comes our way and our
hearts are lifted, that He's ready "a
strike for pure bad temper? But there's
no use arguing with you. for you're set
what to dosing the drearicst Psalm ys
can find to the longest Cameronian tune:
That will keep things right: and ward
off Judgment, for the blood In my veins
is dancing. Jock. and the day of my life
has Gomez
to confer with the chiefs and his officers
abou. the plan of operation. like q
bridegroom coming out of his chamber.
and rejoicing as a strong man to run run
go. shook his head and said to himself,
1.-The last time l heard Covenantlng
tune was at Drumclog. and It's no
cheelfu' remembrance. May God pre-
serve him, for in John Graham Is all our
hope and a my love-"
Through the morning Of the decisive
day the omens continued favorable, and
the sun still shone on Claverhouse's
heart. AS rule, war council of High
land chiefs was a babel and a battle,
when their jealous pride and traditional
rivalry rose TO fever height. They were
often more anxious to settle standing
quarre's with one another than to join
issue with the enemy; they would not
draw a sword If their pride had in any
way been touched, and battles We're lost
because n clan had been offended.
Jacobite councils were also cursed by
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