“As roe-deer reared within the forests, At Quatre Bras they bounded o’er, Graceful, poised, with scarce an effort, The fifteen feet of bank before. Then their famous charge was driven Home to the advancing force; Back upon the bridge they huddled, The troopers of Napoleon’s horse. Theirs the charge the guns to cover, Theirs to hold that dangerous post; Volley upon volley answered From the hedge this charging host. Side by side they fought untiring, Full upon their column drove The pressing mass of horsemen, falling Back, in vain for order strove. When their shot gave out, retreating Step by step in steady line, Till their square reformed and bristled, Glistening showed the bayonets’ shine. Wild on high the pipes resounded From Mac Kay, who stepped without; ‘_Cogadh na Sith!_’ the soldiers answered, With a loud, triumphant shout. Wild notes playing, streamers flying, Defiance to the foe was thrown; Exposed, undaunted, marched the hero, Playing round the square alone.” There died at Melrose in 1899, a woman of ninety-eight, a daughter of the regiment, who heard the guns at Quatre Bras and saw a piper play the Highland Brigade past to the tune of “Hey, Johnnie Cope,” after his legs had been cut off below the knee. This can hardly have been Mac Kay, but it may well have been one of the same name, for at that time there were more pipers from the Reay Country in the army than from any other district of Scotland. Skye and Tongue produced more pipers and gave more pipers to the army than any other two districts, from which it is argued, quite legitimately, that there must have been a piping college at Tongue as well as at Dunvegan. From the far east, too, we have instances of the bravery of pipers. There is living in Glasgow at the present day, William Middleton, who was for twenty-one years piper to the Gordon Highlanders. At the battle of Candahar, while playing to his company, his pipes suddenly stopped. He sat down to mend them, and his comrades said he was dead; but “Na, na,” said the piper, “I’m worth twa dead men yet,” and forthwith he got up, and blew away as hard as ever. He continued playing, and, when the engagement was over, it was found that one bullet had gone through his pipes, another had knocked the brass off his helmet, another gone through his kilt, another knocked a button off his coat, another gone through his water-bottle, another through his haversack, and another had struck the heel of his boot. And he himself escaped unscratched.