Legends of the Black Watch; or, Forty-second HighlandersGrant, James
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Legends of the Black Watch; or, Forty-second Highlanders
Grant, James
Great Britain. Army. Regiment of Foot, 42nd -- History -- Anecdotes
His faithful dog Bran, which had shared his couch and plaid since the
time when it was a puppy, was a noble specimen of the Scottish hound,
which was used of old in the chase of the white bull, the wolf, and
the deer, and which is in reality the progenitor of the common
greyhound; for the breed has degenerated in warmer climates than the
stern north. Bran (so named from Bran of old) was of such size,
strength, and courage, that he was able to drag down the strongest
deer; and, in the last encounter with the Caterans of Glen Nevis, he
had saved the life of Farquhar, by tearing almost to pieces one who
would have slain him, as he lay wounded on the field. His hair was
rough and grey; his limbs were muscular and wiry; his chest was broad
and deep; his keen eyes were bright as those of an eagle. Such dogs
as Bran bear a prominent place in Highland song and story. They were
remarkable for their sagacity and love of their master, and their
solemn and dirge-like howl was ever deemed ominous and predictive of
death and woe.
Bran and his master were inseparable. The noble dog had long been
invaluable to him when on hunting expeditions, and now since he had
become a soldier in the Reicudan Dhu, Bran was always on guard with
him, and the sharer of all his duties; thus Farquhar was wont to
assert, "that for watchfulness on sentry, Bran's two ears were worth
all the rest in the Black Watch put together."
The sun had set before Farquhar left the green thatched clachan, and
already the bases of the purple mountains were dark, though a red
glow lingered on their heath-clad summits. Lest some of the Cateran
band, of whose malevolence he was now the object, might already have
knowledge or suspicion of his departure and be watching him with
lynx-like eyes from behind some rock or bracken bush, he pursued for
a time a path which led to the westward, until the darkness closed
completely in; and then, after casting round him a rapid and
searching glance, he struck at once into the old secluded drove-way
or Fingalian road, which descended through the deep gorge of
Corriehoilzie towards the mouth of Glencoe.
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