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 […]
The sound of the Voice of Columbkille Great its sweetness above all clerics: To the end of fifteen hundred paces, Though great the distance, it was distinctly heard. — From the Irish Life of St. Columba in the Leabhar Breac. I must not pass over another well-authenticated story, told, indeed, by those who heard it, regarding […]
The red hot sun burns up the hill The winter’s bride, the summer’s king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live […]
This entry in Boswell’s Diary is demonstrative of the abject poverty among the common folk of the Scottish Highlands after the final defeat of the Jacobites at Culloden in 1745 and the subsequent terrors and hardships placed on the people whose clans were all but destroyed as the Government tried to blot out even their […]
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