The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"Grant, James
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The Phantom Regiment; or, Stories of "Ours"
Grant, James
Adventure stories; British -- Foreign countries -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
The pallor of their faces, and the stillness which accompanied their
march, were out of the course of nature; and the soul of Mac Ewen
died away within him; but his eyes were riveted upon the marching
phantoms--if phantoms, indeed, they were--as if by fascination; and,
like one in a terrible dream, he continued to gaze until the last
files were past; and with them rode a fat and full-faced officer,
wearing a three-cocked hat, and having a star and blue ribbon on his
breast. His face was ghastly like the rest, and dreadfully
distorted, as if by mental agony and remorse. Two aides-de-camps
accompanied him, and he rode a wild-looking black horse, whose eyes
shot fire. At the neck of the fat spectre--for a spectre he really
seemed--hung a card.
It was the Nine of Diamonds!
The whole of this silent and mysterious battalion passed in line of
march up the glen, with the gleams of lightning flashing about them.
One bolt more brilliant than the rest brought back the sudden flash
of steel.
They had fixed bayonets, and shouldered arms!
And on, and on they marched, diminishing in the darkness and the
distance, those ghastly Grenadiers, towards the flat bleak moor of
Culloden, with the green lightning playing about them, and gleaming
on the storm-swept waste.
The Wooden-leg--Ewen's unco' guest--disappeared with them, and was
never heard of more in Strathnairn.
He had come with a tempest, and gone with one. Neither was any trace
ever seen or heard of those strange and silent soldiers. No regiment
had left Nairn that night, and no regiment reached Inverness in the
morning; so unto this day the whole affair remains a mystery, and a
subject for ridicule with some, although Ewen, whose story of the
midnight march of a corps in time of war--caused his examination by
the authorities in the Castle of Inverness--stuck manfully to his
assertions, which were further corroborated by the evidence of his
wife and children. He made a solemn affidavit of the circumstances I
have related before the sheriff, whose court books will be found to
confirm them in every particular; if not, it is the aforesaid
sheriff's fault, and not mine.
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