The Lyon in Mourning, Vol. 1: or a collection of speeches, letters, journals, etc. relative to the affairs of Prince Charles Edward StuartForbes, Robert
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The Lyon in Mourning, Vol. 1: or a collection of speeches, letters, journals, etc. relative to the affairs of Prince Charles Edward Stuart
Forbes, Robert
Charles Edward, Prince, grandson of James II, King of England, 1720-1788; Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 -- Sources
From Glass, having no wind, we rowed off with vigour. About break of
day, the wind rising, we hoisted sail; and all of us being faint for
lake of food, and having some meal, we began to make drammach (in
Erse, stappack) with salt water, whereof the Prince took a share,
calling it no bad food, and all the rest followed his example. The
Prince called for a bottle of spirits, and gave every one of us a
dram. Then we passed by Finsbay, in the Isle of Harris, where we
spied a man-of-war, commanded by one Captain Ferguson, under full
sail, and our little sail was full too. He pursued us for three
leagues; but we escaped by plying our oars heartily, they being
better to us than arms could have been at that time. The water
failing the man-of-war, he was not in a condition [Sidenote: _fol._
333.] to pursue farther. We steered upon a point called Rondill, when
the Prince expressed himself as formerly that he should never be
taken in life. After this the said Captain Ferguson, being anxious
to know what we were, endeavoured to make up with us a second time,
but to no purpose, the water being at ebb, and we continuing still
to row in amongst the creeks. Seeing this he turned to the main
sea, when we sailed to Lochmaddy to the south of the Isle of Uist,
thence to Loch-uiskibay, thence to an island in said loch, where we
came to a poor grasskeeper's bothy or hut, which had so laigh a door
that we digged below the door and put heather below the Prince's
knees, he being tall, to let him go the easier into the poor hut.
We stayed there about three nights, and provided ourselves very
well in victuals by fowling and fishing, and drest them in the best
shapes we could, and thought them very savoury meat. Thence we went
to the mountain of Coradale, in South Uist, and stayed there about
three weeks, where the Prince one day, seeing a deer, run straight
towards him, and firing offhand killed him. Edward Burk brought home
the deer, and making ready some collops, there comes a poor boy,
[Sidenote: _fol._ 334.] who, without asking questions, put his hand
among the meat, which the cook (Edward Burk) seeing, gave him a whip
with the back of his hand. The Prince observing this, said, 'O man,
you don't remember the Scripture which commands to feed the hungry
and cleed the naked, etc. You ought rather to give him meat than a
strip.' The Prince then ordered some rags of cloaths for the boy, and
said he would pay for them, which was done accordingly. The Prince
added more, saying, 'I cannot see a Christian perish for want of food
and raiment had I the power to support them.' Then he prayed that God
might support the poor and needy, etc.
There was one Donald MacLeod of Gualtergill, a trusty friend, who
went to Moidart and brought us news and brandy, for which the Prince
thanked him heartily, calling him a trusty servant.
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