I have no intention of afflicting my readers with all the said song in Gaelic; but it ran somewhat in this fashion (a friend has translated it for me), and the girl, as she sang sweetly, splashed the sparkling water with her tiny feet:-- Lay us gently by the stream That wanders through our grassy meads; And thou, O sun! with kindly beam, Light up the bower that o'er us spreads. Here softly on the grass we'll sit, Where flowerets bloom and breezes sigh; Our feet laved in the gentle tide That, slowly gliding, murmurs by. Let roses bright and primrose fair With sweet perfume and lovely hues, Around us woo the ambient air, And breathe upon the falling dews. Intent upon themselves and their simple occupation, and singing thus in the fulness of their young hearts to the objects of Nature, the boy and girl saw not those who were coming up the glen, creeping on their hands and feet, with keen eyes and open ears. Place by my hand (with harp and shell), So long our solace and our pride, The shield that often roll'd the swell Of battle from our father's side! Let Ossian blind and tuneful Dall Strike from their harps a solemn sound, And open wide their airy hall-- No bard will here, at eve, be found! So closed the song, and at that moment a cry burst from Oina, while Colin sprang up with a hand on his knife, for suddenly there arose out of the long tossing leaves of the braken, or fern, the dark whins and matted gorse, amid which the cattle grazed, about twenty well-armed and fierce-looking Highlanders, whose tattered attire, green tartans, and wild bearing, all proclaimed them to be strangers and foes, who had come intent on spoil and hostility. CHAPTER II. THE CATERANS. With her eyes dilated by terror, and her usually ruddy cheeks blanched and pale, the girl clung to her companion, who stood resolutely between her and those who had come so suddenly upon them. Barking furiously, the otter terrier erected his shaggy back and also shrunk close to the side of Colin. These unwelcome visitors were all armed with basket-hilted swords, dirks, and pistols. He who seemed the leader bore a long _luagh_, or Lochaber axe, the head of which is adapted for the triple purpose of cutting, thrusting, or hooking an enemy. They all wore waistcoats and hose of untanned deerskin, rough, shaggy, and tied with thongs. Their kilts and plaids were of tattered green tartan, and all wore woollen shirts of dark red dyes. Only a few had bonnets; but in these they wore a tuft of deer-grass, the badge of the MacKenzies. This, however, did not deceive the boy or girl, who knew them to be MacRaes, who followed the banner of Lord Seaforth.