At eight next morning they started in the boat, hospitable Mrs. MacLeod insisting on their taking with them beef, meal, and even the luxuries of brandy, b.u.t.ter, and sugar. The weather being stormy they landed on a little desert island called Eiurn, which the Stornoway fishermen used as a place for drying fish. Between some fish which they found drying on the rocks and Mrs. MacLeod"s stores they lived in comparative luxury for the next few days. Ned Burke, the valet, was told off as cook; but he soon found that the Prince was far more skilful in the art of cookery than himself. It was his Royal Highness who suggested the luxury of b.u.t.ter with the fish, and who made a quite original cake by mixing the brains of a cow with some meal, giving orders to "birsle the bannock weel, or it would not do at all." Donald used to declare that in all his life "he never knew anyone better at a shift than the Prince when he happened to be at a pinch." Like many another unfortunate man, whether prince or peasant, Charles found unfailing comfort in tobacco. He seems to have smoked nothing more splendid than clay pipes, and "as in his wanderings these behoved to break, he used to take quills, and putting one into the other and all into the end of the "cutty," this served to make it long enough, and the tobacco to smoke cool."
Donald records another characteristic little trait of the Prince at this time. On quitting the island he insisted on leaving money on the rocks to pay for the fish they had consumed.[6]
In the meantime the situation was growing more and more dangerous.
Rumours had got abroad that the Prince was in the Long Island, and the search was being actively pursued. Two English men-of-war were stationed near the island, and sloops and gunboats ran up every bay and sound, while bodies of militia carried on the search by land. These, from their intimate knowledge of the country, would have been the more formidable enemy of the two if many of their officers had not had a secret sympathy with the Jacobite cause and very lukewarm loyalty to the Government.
For several days the Prince"s boat had been so constantly pursued that it was impossible for the crew to land. They ran short of food, and were reduced to eating oatmeal mixed with salt water, a nauseous mixture called in Gaelic, Drammach. At last they ran into a lonely bay in Benbecula, where they were free from pursuit. It is characteristic of the Prince"s irrepressible boyishness that he and the boatmen here went lobster-hunting with great enjoyment and success.
Without help at this juncture the little party must either have starved or fallen into the hands of their enemies. Charles therefore sent a message to the old chief of Clanra.n.a.ld--the largest proprietor in South Uist--begging him to come and see him.
Nine months before, when the Prince had landed on that island on his way from France, the old gentleman had refused to see him, pleading old age and infirmity. His brother, Macdonald of Boisdale, had seen the Prince and had vehemently urged him to give up so hopeless a design and to return to France; and, when he found that all persuasion was in vain, had roundly refused to promise him any a.s.sistance from his brother"s clan. And though young Clanra.n.a.ld had, indeed, joined the Prince"s standard, it was with many misgivings and against his better judgment.
But now, in the hour of Charles"s total abandonment and distress, this gallant family laid aside all selfish prudence. The old chief, in spite of age and ill-health, came immediately to the wretched hut where Charles had taken refuge, bringing with him Spanish wines, provisions, shoes, and stockings. He found the young man, whom he reverenced as his rightful king, in a hut as big as, and no cleaner than, a pig-stye, haggard and worn with hardship and hunger. "His shirt," as Dougal Graham, the servant, was quick to observe, "was as dingy as a dish-clout." That last little detail of misery appealed strongly to the womanly heart of Lady Clanra.n.a.ld, who immediately sent six good shirts to the Prince.
For the next three weeks Charles enjoyed a respite under the vigilant protection of Clanra.n.a.ld and his brother Boisdale. They found a hiding-place for him in the Forest-house of Glencoridale, a hut rather bigger and better than most. By a system of careful spies and watchers they kept the Prince informed of every movement of the enemy. It was the month of June--June as it is in the North, when days are warm and sunny and the evening twilight is prolonged till the early dawn, and there is no night at all. South Uist, beyond all other islands of the Hebrides, abounds in game of all kinds, and the Prince was always a keen sportsman. He delighted his followers by shooting birds on the wing, he fished (though it was only sea-fishing from a boat), and he shot red-deer on the mountains.
Once, when Ned Burke was preparing some collops from a deer the Prince had shot, a wild, starved-looking lad approached, and seeing the food, thrust his hand into the dish without either "with your leave or by your leave," and began devouring it like a savage. Ned in a rage very naturally began to beat the boy, but the gentle Prince interfered, and reminded his servant of the Christian duty of feeding the hungry, adding, "I cannot see anyone perish for lack of food or raiment if I have it in my power to help them." Having been fed and clothed the wretched boy went off straight to a body of militia in the neighbourhood and tried to betray the Prince to them. Fortunately, his appearance and manners were such that no one believed him, and he was laughed at for his pains. Out of at least a hundred souls, gentle and simple, who knew of the Prince"s hiding-place, this "young Judas" was the only one who dropped the slightest hint of his whereabouts.
Nor was it only among the Jacobite clans that Charles found devoted and vigilant friends.
The two most powerful chiefs in the North-west of Scotland were at this time MacLeod of MacLeod and Sir Alexander Macdonald of Mugstatt, or Mouggestot, in Skye. These two had, to the great disappointment of the Jacobites, declared for the Government, and had shown considerable zeal in trying to suppress the rising; but in the very household of Mugstatt Charles had a romantic and zealous adherent in the person of Lady Margaret, Sir Alexander Macdonald"s wife. A daughter of the house of Eglintoun, she had been brought up in Jacobite principles, and now, in the absence of her husband, did all she could to help the Prince in his distress. Through the help of a certain Mr. Hugh Macdonald of Belshair she kept Charles informed of the enemy"s movements and sent him newspapers. Towards the end of June the Government authorities were pretty certain that the Prince was hiding somewhere in the Long Island, and attention began to be concentrated on that spot. Two more English cruisers were sent there, under Captains Scott and Fergusson--men who had learnt lessons of cruelty from the greatest master of that art, the Duke of c.u.mberland--and militia bands patrolled the whole island. It was quite necessary to remove the Prince from Glencoridale, and the faithful Belshair was at once despatched by Lady Margaret to consult with Charles about his further movements. This Mr. Macdonald of Belshair arranged with Macdonald of Boisdale--one of the shrewdest as well as kindest of the Prince"s friends--that they should meet at the Forest-house of Glencoridale. The meeting, in spite of hardships and danger and a worse than uncertain future, was a merry one. The two Highland gentlemen dined with the Prince (on "sooty beef" and apparently a plate of b.u.t.ter!), and the talk was cheerful and free. Forgetful of the gloomy prospects of the Jacobite cause, and ignoring the victorious enemies encamped within a few miles of them, they talked hopefully of future meetings at St.
James"s, the Prince declaring that "if he had never so much ado he would be at least one night merry with his Highland friends." But St. James"s was far enough off from Coridale, and in the meantime it became daily more certain that there was no longer safety for the Prince in Uist.
The pleasant life in the Forest-house had to be broken up, and for the next ten weary days the little party lived in their boat, eluding as well as they could their enemies by sea and by land.
Their difficulties were much increased and their spirits sadly disturbed by the fact that their generous friend Boisdale had been taken prisoner.
It is one of the most singular facts of the Prince"s wanderings that as soon as he lost one helpful friend another immediately rose up to take his place. This time an ally was found literally in the enemy"s camp.
One of the officers in command of the militia in Benbecula was a certain Hugh Macdonald of Armadale, in Skye, a clansman of Sir Alexander"s, but, like many another Macdonald, a Jacobite at heart. It is very uncertain how far he was personally responsible for the plan that was at this time being formed for the Prince"s escape. Donald MacLeod and others of the Prince"s party were certain that Charles had met and talked with him at Rossinish and had presented him with his pistols. This gentleman had a step-daughter, a certain Flora Macdonald, a girl of remarkable character, courage, and discretion. She generally lived with her mother at Armadale, in Skye, but just now she was paying a visit to her brother in South Uist. It is difficult to make out how or when or by whom the idea was first started that this lady should convey the Prince to Skye disguised as her servant, but it appears that she had had more than one interview with O"Neal on the subject. On Sat.u.r.day, June 21, being closely pursued by the implacable Captain Scott, Charles parted with his faithful little band of followers in Uist, paying the boatmen as generously as his slender purse would allow. With two clean shirts under his arm and with only O"Neal as his companion he started for Benbecula.
Arriving at midnight in a small shieling belonging to Macdonald of Milton, "by good fortune," as O"Neal puts it, "we met with Miss Flora Macdonald, whom I formerly knew." It is a little difficult to believe that young ladies of Miss Flora"s discretion were in the habit of frequenting lonely shielings far from their homes at midnight, at a time when the whole country was infested with soldiers. Nor does the beginning of her interview with O"Neal sound like the language of surprise. "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 that it was, and instantly brought him in." Among all the stout Highland hearts which were ready to risk everything for him, Charles never found one more brave and pitiful than that of the girl who was introduced to him in this strange and perilous situation.
The plan was at once proposed to her that she should convey the Prince with her to Skye disguised in female attire as her maid. Flora was no mere romantic miss, eager for adventure and carried away by her feelings. She was quite aware of the danger she would bring on herself, and more especially on her friends, by this course. It was with some reluctance that she at last gave her consent, but once her word was pledged she was ready to go to the death if need were, and threw all her feminine ingenuity into carrying out the scheme. They arranged that she was to go next day to consult with Lady Clanra.n.a.ld and to procure feminine attire as a disguise for the Prince. As soon as all was prepared they were to meet at Rossinish in Benbecula; in the meantime O"Neal undertook to come and go between the Prince and Miss Macdonald to report progress and convey messages.
The two men seem to have returned to a hiding-place in the neighbourhood of Glencoridale, and Miss Flora returned to Milton. She had to pa.s.s one of the narrow sea fords next day on her way to Ormaclade, the Clanra.n.a.lds" house; this ford was guarded by a body of militia, and having no pa.s.sport, she and her servant, Neil MacKechan, were taken prisoners. The situation was awkward in the extreme, and every hour"s delay was an added danger. To her great relief she learned that the officer in command, who was expected that morning, was her stepfather, Mr. Hugh Macdonald. On his arrival he was (or affected to be) extremely surprised to find his stepdaughter a prisoner in the guard-room; but with a complaisance very remarkable in an officer of the Government, he drew her out pa.s.sports for herself, for her servant Neil, and for a new Irish servant, Betty Burke, whom she desired to take with her to Skye.
So great was Macdonald"s interest in this unknown Betty that he actually wrote a letter to his wife in Skye recommending the girl.
"I have sent your daughter from this country," he wrote, "lest she should be frightened by the troops lying here. She has got one Betty Burke, an Irish girl, who, she tells me, is a good spinster. If her spinning pleases you, you may keep her till she spins all your lint." In spite of the gravity of the situation, one cannot help thinking that Flora and her stepfather must have had a good deal of amus.e.m.e.nt concocting this circ.u.mstantial and picturesque falsehood.
As soon as she was set at liberty Flora went to Ormaclade, where Lady Clanra.n.a.ld entered heartily into the plan. Among her stores they chose a light coloured quilted petticoat, a flowered gown--lilac flowers on a white ground, to be particular--an ap.r.o.n and a long duffle cloak.
Fortunately Highland women are tall and large, for the Prince"s height, 5 feet 10 inches, though moderate for a man, looked ungainly enough in petticoats.
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It was Friday the 25th before the way was clear for Flora and Lady Clanra.n.a.ld to meet the Prince at the rendezvous at Rossinish in Benbecula. The four intervening days had been full of difficulties for Charles and O"Neal. The fords between the two islands were so well guarded that there was no chance of their being able to cross them on foot; they had no boat, and the hours were pa.s.sing for them in an agony of suspense. At last they risked asking a chance boat which was pa.s.sing to set them across, and accomplished the pa.s.sage in safety. But when they did arrive at the hut at Rossinish, cold, wet, and wearied, they found that a party of militia were encamped within half a mile, and that the soldiers came every morning to that very hut for milk. Charles was by this time accustomed to the feeling that he was carrying his life in his hands. At daybreak he had to leave the hut to make room for his pursuers, all day he had to lie in an unsheltered fissure of a rock, where the rain--the heavy, relentless rain of the West Highlands--poured down on him; if it did clear at all, then that other plague of the Highlands, swarms of midges, nearly drove him distracted. On Friday the militiamen moved off, and the way being clear, Lady Clanra.n.a.ld, Miss Flora Macdonald, and a certain Mrs. Macdonald of Kirkibost came to visit him and O"Neal in their hut, bringing the female attire with them.
These loyal ladies found their lawful sovereign roasting a sheep"s liver on a spit; but neither discomfort, danger, nor dirt could do away with the courtly charm of his manner or the fine gaiety of his address. He placed Miss Macdonald on his right hand--he always gave his preserver the seat of honour--and Lady Clanra.n.a.ld at his left, and the strange little dinner-party proceeded merrily. But before it was finished a messenger broke in to tell Lady Clanra.n.a.ld that the infamous Captain Fergusson had arrived at Ormaclade, and was demanding the mistress of the house with angry suspicion.
The Prince had now to part with O"Neal, in spite of the poor fellow"s entreaties to be allowed to remain with him. Miss Macdonald had only pa.s.sports for three and the danger was urgent. He was a faithful and affectionate friend, this O"Neal, if a little boastful and muddle-headed. He could shortly afterwards have escaped to France--as O"Sullivan did--in a French ship, if he had not insisted on going to Skye to try to fetch off the Prince. He missed the Prince, and fell into the hands of Captain Fergusson.
CHAPTER III
IN SKYE
ON Sat.u.r.day (June 26) the Prince put on his female attire for the first time, and very strange he must have felt as he sat in flowered calico on wet, slippery rocks, trying to keep himself warm beside a fire kindled on the beach. It was eight in the evening when they started, and the storm broke on them as soon as they were out at sea. The whole party was distressed and anxious, apparently, except Charles himself, who sang songs and told stories to keep up the spirits of his companions. Long afterwards Flora Macdonald loved to tell how chivalrously and considerately he looked after her comfort on that dangerous journey.
Going round the north end of the Isle of Skye, they came ash.o.r.e close to Mugstatt, Sir Alexander Macdonald"s place. That chief was himself away at Fort Augustus with the Duke of c.u.mberland, but his wife, Lady Margaret, who, as we have seen, was a staunch friend to the Prince, was at home. Still, in her position it was most undesirable that Charles should present himself at her house. Miss Macdonald and her servant Neil went up to the house--the garden sloped down to the part of the sh.o.r.e where they had landed--leaving Betty Burke sitting on the boxes in her flowered gown and duffle cloak.
Miss Macdonald had good reason to congratulate herself on her prudence when she found Lady Margaret"s drawing-room full of guests. Among these was Mrs. Macdonald of Kirkibost, but she was already in the secret; Mr.
Macdonald of Kingsburgh was also there, but he was a man of such a chivalrous spirit and so kindly in his disposition, that the secret would have been safe with him even if he had not been--as he was--a staunch Jacobite at heart. Far more formidable was a third guest, young Lieutenant MacLeod, a militia officer who, with a small body of men, was stationed at Mugstatt for the express purpose of examining every boat that might arrive from the Long Island. He certainly neglected this duty as far as Miss Macdonald"s boat was concerned, possibly out of complaisance to her hostess, Lady Margaret, possibly because the young lady"s careless demeanour disarmed all suspicion.
The situation was a most anxious one for Miss Macdonald; she had to carry on an easy flow of chat with a young officer while all the time she could think of nothing but Betty Burke sitting on her box on the sh.o.r.e. Every moment was precious and nothing was being done.
At last, during dinner, she managed to confide the whole situation to Kingsburgh, and while she kept the lieutenant engaged, the latter left the room and sent for Lady Margaret to speak to him on business. (He was her husband"s factor, and there was nothing to excite remark in his wanting a private talk with her.) On learning the news she for a moment lost her head, and screamed out that they were undone. But with much sense and kindness Kingsburgh rea.s.sured her, saying that if necessary he would take the Prince to his own house, adding, with a touch of his characteristic chivalry, that he was now an old man, and it made very little difference to him whether he should die with a halter round his neck or await a death which could not be far distant.
As for the immediate future, the first idea that occurred both to Lady Margaret and Kingsburgh was, "Let us send for Donald Roy." This Donald was a brother of the Macdonald of Belshair who had visited the Prince at Coridale. He had been "out" with the Prince"s army, and was now living with a surgeon near Mugstatt, trying to recover from a serious wound in his foot received at Culloden. This Donald must have been a good fellow, popular, and liked by all; for even in those dangerous times he seems to have lived on an intimate footing with the very militia officers who were sent to search for hidden Jacobites.
No man could have been more suited for Kingsburgh"s purpose than Donald.
Not only was he sensible, honourable, and brave, but as an acknowledged Jacobite he had less to lose if discovered, and as a young and amiable man his person could not fail to be acceptable to the Prince.
On his arrival he found Kingsburgh and Lady Margaret walking up and down the garden. "O Donald!" cried the lady, "we are undone for ever!" After much rapid, anxious talk, the three agreed that the safest place for the Prince would be the Island of Rasay. Old Rasay had been "out" and was in hiding, his second son was recovering from a wound received at Culloden, and the eldest, though he had kept quiet from motives of prudence, was quite as keen a Jacobite as the other two. Their eagerness to serve the Prince could be relied on, and as the island had been recently devastated by the Government soldiers, it was not likely to be visited again.
Donald Roy undertook to see young MacLeod of Rasay and to make arrangements for meeting the Prince at Portree next day, while Kingsburgh promised to carry the Prince off with him to his own house and to send him next day under safe guidance to Portree. In this way, whatever happened, Lady Margaret would not be compromised.
So the garden conclave broke up, and the three separated. Lady Margaret returned to her drawing-room, where, poor woman, she sadly disconcerted Miss Macdonald by nervously going in and out of the room. However, the lieutenant seems to have been too much taken up with his companion to notice his hostess"s demeanour. Donald Roy, in spite of his lame foot, set off for Portree in search of young Rasay, and old Kingsburgh hurried off to look for Charles, carrying refreshments with him. Not finding him on the sh.o.r.e below the garden, the old man walked on rather anxiously till, seeing some sheep running, he concluded that someone must have disturbed them, and went to the spot. A tall, ungainly woman in a long cloak started forward to meet him brandishing a big knotted stick. As soon as Kingsburgh named himself the Prince knew that he had found a friend, and placed himself in his hands with the frank confidence he always showed in dealing with his Highland followers, a confidence which they so n.o.bly justified.
After the Prince had had something to eat and drink, the pair set out to walk to Kingsburgh, a considerable distance off. Unfortunately it was Sunday, and they met many country people returning from church, who were all eager to have a little business chat with Sir Alexander"s factor. He got rid of most of them by slyly reminding them of the sacredness of the day, for the Prince"s awkward movements and masculine stride made his disguise very apparent. "They may call you the Pretender," cried Kingsburgh, between annoyance and amus.e.m.e.nt, "but I never knew anyone so bad at your trade."
At the first stream they had to cross the Prince lifted his skirts with a most masculine disregard of appearances, and to mend matters, when he came to the next, let his petticoats float in the water with a most unfeminine disregard of his clothes.
Halfway on their road Miss Macdonald rode past them on horseback, accompanied by Mrs. Macdonald of Kirkibost and the latter"s maid. "Look, look," cried that damsel, "what strides the jade takes! I dare say she"s an Irishwoman or else a man in woman"s clothes." Miss Macdonald thought it best to quicken her pace and make no reply.
She was already at Kingsburgh when the Prince and his host arrived there at about eleven o"clock. All the household were in bed. A message was sent up to Mrs. Macdonald to tell her of the arrival of guests, but she very naturally refused to get up, and merely sent her compliments to Miss Macdonald and begged she would help herself to everything she wanted. When, however, her husband came up to her room and gravely requested her to come down and attend to his guest, she felt that something was wrong. Nor did it allay her fears when her little daughter ran up crying that "the most odd, muckle, ill-shaken-up wife" she had seen in all her life was walking up and down in the hall. Mrs. Macdonald entered the main room with some misgiving, and in the uncertain firelight saw a tall, ungainly woman striding up and down. The figure approached her and, according to the manners of the time, saluted her.
The rough touch of the unshaven lip left no doubt on the lady"s mind; her husband"s guest was certainly a man in disguise, probably a proscribed Jacobite. She hurried out of the room and met Kingsburgh in the hall. It did not occur to this good woman to upbraid her husband for bringing danger on his family; her first question was, "Do you think the stranger will know anything about the Prince?"
"My dear," said Kingsburgh very gravely, taking her hands in his, "_this is the Prince himself_!"
"The Prince!" cried Mrs. Macdonald, rather overwhelmed, "then we shall all be hanged!"
"We can die but once," said her husband, "could we ever die in a better cause?"
Then, returning to the homely necessities of the hour, he begged her to bring bread and cheese and eggs.
Bread and cheese and eggs to set before Royalty! This disgrace to her housewifery affected Mrs. Macdonald almost as feelingly as the danger they were in. The idea, too, of sitting down at supper with her lawful sovereign caused the simple lady the greatest embarra.s.sment. However, she was prevailed upon to take the seat at the Prince"s left hand, while Miss Macdonald had her usual place at his right. After the ladies had retired Charles lighted his "cutty," and he and Kingsburgh had a comfortable chat and a bowl of punch over the fire. Indeed, good food, good fires, and good company were such congenial luxuries after the life he had been leading, that Charles sat on and on in his chair, and the hospitable Kingsburgh had at last to insist upon his guest going to bed.
Hour after hour the Prince slept on next morning, Kingsburgh being unwilling to disturb the one good rest he might have for weeks; Miss Macdonald was growing impatient and Mrs. Macdonald anxious, and at last Kingsburgh consented to rouse him at about one o"clock. Portree was seven miles off, and had to be reached before dark. It was decided that the Prince might resume male attire _en route_, but in case of exciting suspicion among the servants he had still to masquerade as Betty Burke till he left the house. Mrs. Macdonald, her daughter, and Miss Flora all came up to a.s.sist at his toilet, for "deil a preen could he put in," as his hostess expressed herself. He laughed so heartily over his own appearance that they could hardly get his dress fastened. Before he left the room he permitted Flora Macdonald to cut off a lock of his hair, which she divided with Mrs. MacLeod. What is a still more touching proof of the devotion of these two good women is that they carefully took off the sheets of the Prince"s bed, vowing that these should be neither washed nor used again till they should serve each of them as winding-sheets. Kingsburgh accompanied his guests part of the way, a.s.sisted Charles to change his dress in a little wood, and then, with tears, bade him farewell.
Flora Macdonald rode on to Portree by another road, leaving her servant, Neil MacKechan, and a little herd-boy to act as guides to the Prince.
In the meantime, Donald Roy had been active in the Prince"s service. At Portree he had met young Rona MacLeod of Rasay and his brother Murdoch, and, as he had expected, found them eager to face any danger or difficulty for their Prince. They had a cousin rather older than themselves, Malcolm MacLeod, who had been a captain in the Prince"s army. He entered into the scheme as heartily as the other two, and only suggested prudently that Rona should leave the matter to himself and Murdoch, who were "already as black as black can be." But Rona was not to be baulked of his share of the danger and glory of serving the Prince, and vowed that he _would_ go even if it should cost him his estate and his head. So with two stout faithful boatmen they arrived within a mile of Portree, drew up their boat among the rocks where it could be hid, and remained waiting for the Prince, while the night fell and the rain came down in sheets.