Jacobite Memoirs of the Rebellion of 1745

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W. & R. Chambers, 1834 - Jacobite Rebellion, 1745-1746 - 511 pages
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I have but recently (2015) come to be interested in Scottish history. Of course the Battle of Culloden is always high on the list to deal with in this history. I started reading these memoirs and found myself in tears regarding the inhumanity displayed by the English after this battle in April of 1746. I can imagine those witnesses wanting to leave their thoughts behind and I am most grateful that they did this. We are left with unimaginable stories and first-hand accounts. These types of memoirs SHOULD be a deterrent to any armys of the future. Barbaric acts of evil have no place in the aftermath of battle/war.
I am in awe of Mr. Chambers decision to record these incidents and, although terribly, terribly sad and heart-wrenching, this is an excellent read. Thank you.

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Page 463 - I have sent your daughter from this country, lest she should be any way frightened with the troops lying here. She has got one Betty Burke, an Irish girl, who, as she tells me, is a good spinster. If her spinning pleases you, you may keep her till she spin all your lint; or, if you have any wool to spin, you may employ her.
Page 382 - But Donald would not hear of that proposal at all, assuring the Prince, that it was impossible for them to return to the land again, because the squall was against them, and that, if they should steer for the rock, the boat would undoubtedly stave to pieces, and all of them behoved to be drowned ; for there was no...
Page 356 - MacDonald, whom I formerly knew. I quitted the Prince at some distance from the hut, and went with a design to inform myself if the Independent Companies were to pass that way next day, as we had been informed. The young lady answered me—Not—and said that they would not pass till the day after. Then I told her I brought a friend to see her, and she, with some emotion, asked me if it was the Prince. I answered her it was, and instantly brought him in.
Page 414 - O'Neil, Miss Flora MacDonald, and her servant, Neil MacKechan, went to the place where the Prince was, being about eight Scotch miles. He was then in a very little house or hut, assisting in the roasting of his dinner, which consisted of the heart, liver, kidneys, &c., of a bullock or sheep, upon a wooden spit.
Page 9 - Sir, I hope this is an excellent omen, and promises good things to us. The king of birds is come to welcome your royal highness upon your arrival in Scotland.
Page 480 - There is not a person," he said, " who knows what the air of a noble or great man is, but, upon seeing the Prince in any disguise he could put on, would see something about him that was not ordinary — something of the stately and grand...
Page 11 - The prince, not being accustomed to such fires in the middle of the room, and there being no other chimney than a hole in the roof, was almost choked, and was obliged to go often to the door for fresh air.
Page 493 - July that those of Sir Alexander MacDonald's following have been most faithful to me in my distress, and contributed greatly to my preservation.' Then he added, ' I hope, Mr. MacKinnon, you will not desert me too and leave me in the lurch...
Page 421 - Then Kingsburgh sent a guide* with him to Portree, thro' all byways, while Miss MacDonald went thither on horseback by another road, thereby the better to gain intelligence and at the same time to prevent a discovery. They were very wet, it having rained very much. Here he only dried his clothes, took some little refreshment, and staid about two hours.
Page 471 - Raaza (who could not think of parting from him soon) and his brother Murdoch, Captain MacLeod and the two boatmen, John MacKenzie and Donald MacFrier, who had been both out in his service, the one a sergeant and the other a private man. They had not well left the shore till the wind blew a hard gale, and the sea became so very rough and tempestuous that all on board begged he would return ; for the waves were beating over and over them, the men tugging hard at the oars, and Captain MacLeod laving...

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