By the Well of the Dead at Culloden Moor, where the British destroyed a Highland army in 1746, a head stone marks a clan chief’s grave. James Boswell “several times burst into tears” when a Culloden veteran recounted to them the battle that broke the power of the Scots clans forever.
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(see link at end)…Boswell: A redcoat of the 15, whether officer or only sergeant I could not be sure, came to the house in his way to the mountains to shoot deer, which it seems Glenmoriston does not hinder anybody to do. Few indeed can do them harm. We had him to
breakfast with us. We got away about eight. Macqueen walked some miles to give us a convoy. He had joined Prince Charles at Fort Augustus, and continued in the Highland army till after the battle of Culloden. As he narrated the particulars of that unlucky but brave and generous attempt, I several times burst into tears. There is a certain association of ideas in my mind upon that subject, by which I am strongly affected. The very Highland names, or the sound of a bagpipe, will stir my blood and fill me with a mixture of melancholy, and respect for courage; and pity for the unfortunate, and superstitious regard for antiquity; and inclination for war without thought; and, in short, with a crowd of sensations. Read More:http://archive.org/stream/boswellsjournalo013528mbp/boswellsjournalo013528mbp_djvu.txt
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