The Laird of Achallader and MacIntyre

DUNCAN BÀN was forester in the upper part of Glenlochy (Gleann-lòcha). Achallader removed him thence, and put a friend of his own in his place. The bard was of course much offended, and consequently composed a bitter satirical song to his successor. This offended Achallader, who was resolved somehow to punish Duncan for it. Duncan […]

Band and Statues of Icolmkill

[T]he first of a succession of measures taken by the Scottish government specifically aimed at the extirpation of the Gaelic language, the destruction of its traditional culture and the suppression of its bearers. Gaelic: A Past and Future Prospect. MacKinnon, Kenneth. The Saltire Society 1991, Edinburgh. Whoever would understand one of the most important transactions […]

Colquhoun’s Leap

Some time before the Massacre of Glencoe, the laird of Appin (Tighearna na H-Apunn) had a servant of the name of Colquhoun, in whom he placed great confidence. On a certain occasion he sent him to Inverness (Inbhirnis) for money. The road from Appin to Inverness passed through Glencoe, but Colquhoun was afraid to take […]

Fostering: Argyll and Glenorchy

The following correspondence, reproduced in Cosmo Nelson Innes’ Preface to The Black Book of Taymouth: with Other Papers from the Breadalbane Charter Room, Edinburgh, 1850, intimately details the fostering of Archibald Campbell, 9th Earl of Argyll, son of Archibald Campbell, 8th Earl — and 1st (and only) Marquess — of Argyll, by Sir Colin Campbell, […]

An Hardy and Intrepid Race of Men

SCOTLAND, considering its limited population and extent, has made a distinguished figure in History. No country, in modern times, has produced Characters more remarkable for learning, valour, or ability, or for knowledge in the most important arts both of peace and of War; and though the Natives of that formerly independent, and hitherto unconquered, kingdom […]

Arms of Dómhnall Íle at Reid Harlaw

A chlanna cuinn, cuimhnichidh Cruas an am na h’iorghuil Gu arinneach gu arronntach, Gu arch, gu allonnta’ *  *  *  *  *  * Gu gruamach, gu grinnail, Gu grainail, gu gaisgail, Gu gleusda, gu geinnail, Gu gasda, gu guineach, Gu galghaircach, gu griongalach, Gu griosnamhach, gu gairlamhach, Gu glansgathach, gu geurlannach, &c. Race of Conn, […]

Donnchadh Bàn nan Òrain

Your kindly slope, with bilberries and blaeberries, studded with cloudberries that are round-headed and red; wild-garlic clusters in the corners of the rock terraces, and abounding tufted crags; the dandelion and pennyroyal, and the soft white bog-cotton and sweet-grass there on every part of it, from the lowest level to where the peaks are at […]

He Hath Holpen His Servant Israel

46 Agus thuhhairt Muire, A ta m’anam ag àrd-mholadh an Tighearna, 47 Agus a ta mo spiorad a’ deanamh gairdeachais ann an Dia mo Shlanuighear: 48 Do bhrìgh gu’n d’amhairc e air staid ìosail a bhan-oglaich: oir feuch, o so suas goiridh gach linn beannaichte dhiom. 49 Do bhrìgh gu’n d’rinn an Ti a ta cumhachdach nithe mòra dhomh, agus is naomh ‘ainm. 50 Agus a ta a thròcair-san […]

Beannachadh Luinge

God bless the good ship of Clan Ranald, The first day it leaps on the wave, The ship and the sailors who man it The first on the roll of the brave! May the Three and the One be their guidance, Who tempers the blasts when they bray, Or tossed mid the war of the […]

Wipe Your Eyes, Your Love is Safe

Feasgar ciùin an tùs a’ Chèitein Nuair bha ‘n ialtag anns na speuran Chualaim rìbhinn òg ‘s i deurach ‘Seinn fo sgàil nan geugan uain’ Bha a’ ghrian ‘sa chuan gu sìoladh ‘S reult cha d’ èirich anns an iarmailt Nuair a sheinn an òigh gu cianail “Tha mo ghaol air àird a’ chuain” Thòisich […]

Fertill, Fruitfull, and Full of Natural Grassing

Nar this forsaid iyle on the west syde of it layes Ila, ane ile of twentie myle lenthe from the north to the south, and sixteen myle in breadth from the eist to the west, fertill, fruitfull, and full of natural grassing, with maney grate Diere, maney woods, faire games of hunting beside everey toune, with […]

Lightning Pours from Their Sides of Steel

Now I behold the chiefs, in the pride of their former deeds! Their souls are kindled at the battles of old; at the actions of other times. Their eyes are flames of fire. They roll in search of the foes of the land. Their mighty hands are on their swords. Lightning pours from their sides […]