The small estate bearing this name is situated in the
neighbourhood of Montrose. The old castle, now in ruins, on the banks of
the Lunan, is supposed to have been built by William the Lion.
This gentleman was an officer in Seaforth's regiment
of Highlanders at the time of their revolt in 1778. The regiment had for
some time been quartered in the Castle of Edinburgh; but, contrary to
expectation, they were at length ordered to embark for Guernsey.
Previous to this, a difference existed between the officers and men—the
latter declaring that neither their bounty nor the arrears of their pay
had been fully paid up, and that they had otherwise been ill-used. On
the day appointed for embarkation (Tuesday, the 22nd September), the
regiment marched for Leith; but farther than the Links the soldiers
refused to move a single step. A scene of great confusion ensued; the
officers endeavoured to soothe the men by promising to rectify every
abuse. About five hundred were prevailed on to embark, but as many more
were deaf to all entreaty; and, being in possession of powder and ball,
any attempt to force them would have proved both ineffectual and
dangerous. The mutineers then moved back to Arthur Seat, where they took
up a position, and in which they continued encamped more than ten days.
They were supplied plentifully with provisions by the inhabitants of
Edinburgh, and were daily visited by crowds of people of all ranks. In
the meantime, troops were brought into the city with the view of
compelling the mutineers to submission, but no intimidation had any
effect. General Skene (then second in command in Scotland), together
with the Earl of Dunmore, and other noblemen and gentlemen, visited the
mutineers; and at last, after a great many messages had passed between
the parties, a compromise was effected. The terms were—a pardon for past
offences; all bye money and arrears to be paid before embarkation, and a
special understanding that they should not be sent to the East Indies—a
report having prevailed among the soldiers that they had been sold to
the East India Company. So cautious were the mutineers, a bond had to be
given confirming the agreement, signed by the Duke of Buccleuch, the
Earl of Dunmore, Sir Adolphus Oughton, K.B., Commander-in-Chief, and
General Skene, second in command in Scotland. After this arrangement,
the Highlanders cheerfully proceeded to Leith and embarked.
Kay relates an anecdote of Captain M'Kenzie, which
occurred during the prevalence of the mutiny, highly characteristic of
his fortitude and determined disposition. One day while he was in
command over the Canongate Jail, where a few of the mutineers were
confined, a party from Arthur Seat came to demand their liberation. The
Captain sternly refused—the soldiers threatened to take his life, and
pointed their bayonets at him; but he bared his breast, and telling them
to strike, at the same time declared that not a single man should be
liberated. The effect of this resolute conduct was instantaneous—the men
recovered arms, and retired to their encampment.
Captain M'Kenzie afterwards incurred an unfortunate
celebrity from a circumstance which reflected less credit upon him than
the above act of heroism; and for which abuse of power he was tried at
the Old Bailey, London, on the 11th December, 1784.
He had been sent out in 1782, as captain of an
independent company, to act against the Dutch on the coast of Africa;
and was there appointed to the command of a small fortification, called
Fort Morea. Among the prisoners of the fort was a person of the name of
Murray Kenneth M'Kenzie alias Jefferson, who had been confined
for desertion. Jefferson, possessing more than common address, prevailed
on the sentry to let him escape; upon learning which, Captain M'Kenzie
was in a violent passion. He caused the sentinel to be punished with
more than fifteen hundred lashes, and immediately despatched a party of
soldiers in search of the runaway. The men returned, however, without
success; upon which he ordered the guns to be charged and directed
against a small village in the neighbourhood, named Black Town, where he
supposed the prisoner had taken refuge, and he gave notice that, if
Jefferson was not instantly delivered up, he would blow the town to
atoms. A shot or two soon had the desired effect. About three thousand
of the natives were seen approaching towards the fort, with Jefferson in
the centre. No sooner had the prisoner been brought into the court than
the Captain gave him to understand that he had not a moment to live.
Then ordering one of the cannons to be prepared, had him instantly
lashed to the muzzle of the piece. The prisoner bade one of his comrades
beg for one half hour to say his prayers; but the answer the Captain
returned was— "No, you rascal; if any man speaks a word in his favour I
will blow out his brains;" at the same time brandishiug the pistol which
he held in his hand. A portion of the burial-service being read to the
prisoner, the Captain ordered the prayer-book to be pulled out of his
hands. Jefferson then hastily took leave of his comrades; and, after
upbraiding the tyrant, as he called the Captain, gave the signal. In a
moment the match was applied, and the next the prisoner was blown over
the wall. His remains were afterwards picked up by the men and interred.
In defence of such an extraordinary and savage
stretch of power, Captain M'Kenzie endeavoured to prove that his company
were mutinous—that Jefferson had been a ringleader, and had been
repeatedly heard to threaten the life of the Captain. The evidence was
by no means conclusive as to this allegation; and the implicit obedience
displayed by the men in the execution of an illegal and shocking
sentence does not strengthen his assertion. It appeared, however, from
unquestionable authority, that he had a very worthless set of characters
under his command—the garrison being mostly composed of convicts; and,
besides, he had not the means of forming a court-martial for the trial
of the prisoner. The unfortunate Murray M'Kenzie alias Jefferson
had been a drummer in the 3rd Regiment of Foot Guards; but, unluckily,
about twelve years previous to his death, he fell in with a gang of
shop-lifters. He had been ten times tried, and four times sentenced to
be hanged; but always found friends to obtain a mitigation of his
sentence.
The jury found M'Kenzie guilty of wilful murder; but,
in consideration of the "desperate crew he had to command," they
recommended him to mercy. During the trial and passing of sentence, the
Captain behaved with the utmost composure. His execution was first
stayed for a week—then he was respited—and ultimately pardoned.
After obtaining his liberty, the Captain returned to
his native country; and, during his stay in Edinburgh, afforded Kay an
opportunity of taking his likeness as one of "The Bucks." On observing
the print in the booksellers' windows, the Captain was offended at being
classed, as he said, "with fiddlers and madmen." He called on the
artist, and offered a guinea to have it altered; but, finding his
entreaty vain, he insisted on leaving half-a-guinea, for which he soon
after got a miniature painting of himself.
Although M'Kenzie had incapacitated himself for the
British service, yet being still "intent on war," he resolved to try his
hand against the Turks. With this view, he entered the ranks of the
Russian army, and served in the war against the Turks. He was at last
killed in a duel with a fellow-officer not far from Constantinople.