"Those wretched prisoners, whom the blood-glutted soldiers were too weary to slaughter, were, to the number of four hundred and forty men, enclosed in a hollow square, surrounded by the regiments of Barrel, Wolfe, and Bligh, who hemmed them in with fixed bayonets, and subjected them to every taunt and insult that national hatred, the meanest malice and cowardice when most triumphant, could suggest. Amongst other brave and unfortunate clansmen my father listened to them; his bosom swelled with rage and agony, and he longed to burst his bonds and leap like a tiger headlong upon them. But he was powerless, unarmed, and ironed, rather like some base malefactor than a gentle-blooded _duinhe-wassel_ of the clan Cameron. The cutting taunts of Bligh’s soldiers roused at last even the ire of Colonel Campbell of the Argyleshire men, and his blood became fired at the gross abuse lavished upon his countrymen. Stepping forward with his sword drawn, he sternly commanded them to be silent, and said that he would wager his commission against a crown-piece, that any Highlander there would meet in equal arms, and vanquish the best man present that wore a scarlet coat. "’Ha! do you say so, sir?’ cried the duke, who with his staff was in the centre of the square. "’May it please your highness, I do most assuredly,’ said Campbell, raising his bonnet; ’and I long to see the matter put to the test, to cure these southron gentry of their unwarrantable insolence. By my faith, they seem to forget the good use they made of their heels at Preston and Falkirk!’ "’And you will stand to your wager, colonel?’ "’My commission to a crown-piece.’ "’Done!’ said the duke. ’Your bet is a fatal one, as you will find to your cost, ere many minutes pass away. Your very words savour of Jacobitism and treason; and your commission shall certainly be lost, if your rebel beats not a champion of my choosing. My friend, Major Von Thunderbotham, of Bligh’s, may consider your command as his already.’ "’By Heaven! your highness, no dog of a Hessian that ever wore a head, shall command the men of Macallummore’s race!’ replied Campbell bluntly, and regardless of the consequences. "A gigantic dragoon of Cobham’s horse offered himself readily as the duke’s champion; and on his colonel bearing testimony of his strength, activity, and expertness with his weapon, he was accepted. In his broken English, the ungenerous duke now addressed the prisoners in a style at once savage and insulting, offering freedom to any one of them who, in an encounter with the broad-sword, could foil the trooper. The words had scarcely fallen from his lips, before my father strode forward and claimed the combat. "’Strike well, Cameron, for the honour of the Highlands!’ said Campbell, as my father flung aside his fetters as he would have done a coil of adders.