is associated with at least two incidents in Highland history. Towards the end of the thirteenth century a dispute arose between _Mac Cailein Mòr_, chief of the Clan Campbell, and Mac Dougall of Lorne, chief of the Mac Dougalls, with reference to the boundaries of their estates. The parties met at a spot where two streams unite, and fell to recrimination and ultimately to fighting like tigers. The slaughter was terrible, and the streams ran with blood and were crowded with the bodies of the slain. Ultimately _Mac Cailein Mòr_ was killed, and his followers ceased the fighting to carry off his body. Close to the battlefield there was a small conical hillock—called in the Gaelic _Tom-a-Phiobair_, the Piper’s Hillock—on the top of which the piper of the Campbells stood and played while the battle raged. Sympathising with the Mac Dougalls, and regretting the havoc made among them, he composed on the spot a pipe tune, the purport of which was:— “My loss! my loss! that I have not three hands, Two engaged with the pipe and one with the sword, My loss! my loss! that I have not three hands, Two engaged with the pipe and one with the sword; My loss! my loss! low lies yonder Mac Dougall, with his pipe, whose sound was soft and sweet to me.” This hardly indicates whether the piper would, had he three hands, have fought with the Mac Dougalls against his own clan, but, at anyrate, the Campbells, seeing that this was not one of their own tunes, were so enraged that one of them ran to the piper and chopped off his head. It is said that the piper’s fingers played three or four notes on the chanter while his head was toppling to the ground. This story belongs to the same class as those relating to the battles of Philiphaugh and Bothwell Bridge, given in a previous chapter. The resemblance, indeed, is too striking to be a coincidence, and the three have probably at some time or other been one story. The other incident connected by tradition with the tune is that already related of a cave in either Skye or Mull, into which a venturesome piper entered. He never returned, but the last wailing notes of his pipes told that he was being hard beset with wolves, who threatened to tear him to pieces should he stop playing. So he played mournfully:— “Oh, that I had three hands! Two for the pipes and one for the sword,” the inference being that in that case he could have kept on playing and fought the wolves at the same time. The tune nearly always played at Highland funerals is “LOCHABER NO MORE.”