Upwards of a hundred persons knew
where he was concealed and a reward of £1,000 was offered to any one who
should give information against him; and as it was known that he was
concealed on his estate, eighty men were constantly stationed there,
besides the parties continually marching into the country to intimidate
his tenantry, and induce them to disclose the place of his concealment.
Sir Hector Munro, at that time a
Lieutenant in the 34th Regiment, was entrusted with the command of a large
party, and continued two whole years in Badenach, for the purpose of
discovering Clunie’s retreat. The unwearied vigilance of the Clan could
alone have saved him from the vigilance of this party, directed as it was
by an officer equally remarkable for his zeal, and his knowledge of the
country and people. The slightest inattention, even a momentary want of
caution or presence of mind on the part of the Macphersons, would
infallibly have betrayed his retreat; yet so true were the Clan, so strict
in the observance of secrecy and so dexterous in conveying to him
unobserved the necessaries he required that although the soldiers were
animated with the hope of reward and a step of promotion was promised to
the officer who should apprehend him, not a trace of him could be
discovered, nor an individual found base enough to give a hint to his
detriment. Many anecdotes have been related of the narrow escapes which he
made including the vigilance of the soldiery, especially when he ventured
to spend a few of the dark hours conversably with his friends; and also of
the diligence, fidelity and presence of mind displayed by the people in
concealing his retreat, and baffling the activity of his pursuers, during
a period of no less than nine years. At length, however, wearied out with
this dreary and hopeless state of existence, and taught to despair of
pardon, he escaped to France in 1755, and died there the following year.
Clunie had become so cautious, whilst leading the life of an outlaw that,
on parting with his wife, or his most attached friends, he never told them
to which of his places of concealment he was going, nor suffered anyone to
accompany him. Not that he had any suspicion of the fidelity of his
family, his friends, or his Clan; their attachment and devotion had been
too well tried to admit of so unjust and ungrateful a thought entering his
mind. His object was that when questioned by his pursuers they might be
enabled to answer, that they knew not whither he had gone, or where he lay
concealed."
THE KILT WORN BY CHOICE.
(See Page 25.)
"It is extraordinary that
there are two Regiments (the 71st and 72nd) the oldest embodied Clan
corps, should wear trousers or trews, a dress formerly confined to lame,
sick or aged Highlanders. IT HAS BEEN A SOURCE OF GREAT VEXATION TO THEM,
THEIR CLAN AND THEIR COUNTRY. Assuredly, Lord McLeod, the eldest
son of Mackenzie, Earl of Cromarty, who raised the 73rd, now the
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