I THE RECKONING 309 II FOREBODINGS 318 III THE TRIUMPHS OF THE CAMPBELLS 329 IV THE LIE ACCOMPLISHED 335 V A WOMAN’S VICTORY 344 VI “THERE WAS NO MASSACRE IN GLENCOE” 364 EPILOGUE THE GLEN O’ WEEPING 374 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ GLENCOE _In the Glen o’ Weeping, The Valley o’ Glencoe, Watch the giant hills are keeping In their frozen wreaths o’ snow. Tears from out the mists are falling And the winds forever sigh To the lonely eagle calling As he circles through the sky, With the blood o’ the Macdonalds All red upon his claws, The blood o’ the dead Macdonalds Who broke the Campbell laws._ _Through the Glen o’ Weeping, The Valley o’ Glencoe, Where the blighted trees are sleeping And black the waters flow, Where the dead lie in their darkness, Their frozen hearth beside, As the day glooms into darkness, Come the living in their pride Through the lines o’ dead Macdonalds Lying naked to the blast, Through the stern and still Macdonalds Come the Campbells riding fast._ _Now is the Glen o’ Weeping The Valley o’ Glencoe, Bright with light o’ swords upleaping And flashing to and fro; And gallant is the seeming Of man and horse together As with flying harness gleaming They ride the trampled heather Through the homes o’ the Macdonalds Who lie defenseless, dumb, Through the spilt blood o’ the Macdonalds The victor Campbells come._ _Now shall the Glen o’ Weeping, The Valley o’ Glencoe, When our noble heirs are reaping The deeds that now we sow— Lie desolate, forsaken, Bleak to the brooding mist, While we our way have taken, By winged fortune kissed. Swept from our path the Macdonalds, Swept from our path away: Now out o’ the Glen o’ Weeping, Into the light o’ day!_ BOOK ONE CHAPTER I RONALD MACDONALD