Scotland/Scots > Reminiscences of a Highland parish

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A HIGHLAND PARISH.
by his side, carried him out of the field of battle,
procured a cart, and sat in it with his master’s
head resting on his bosom. They reached the
village of Waterloo, where M'Millan laid him on
the floor of a deserted house by the way-side. The
dying man asked how the day went, expressed a
hope that his beloved Highlanders had behaved
well, and that “ his country would believe he had
served her faithfully and then commanded a
piper, who had by this time joined them, to play
a pibroch to him, and thus bring near to him
his home among the hills far away. Higher
thoughts were not wanting, but these could
mingle in the heart of the dying Highlander
with “ Lochaber no more.” He was buried
on the 17th by M'Millan and his old brave
friend Captain Gordon — who still survives to
tell the story — in the A Hie Verte, on the
Ghent road. The following year the faithful
foster-brother returned, and took the body back
to Lochaber; and there it lies in peace beneath
an obelisk which the traveller, as he enters the
Caledonian Canal from the south, may see near
a cluster of trees which shade the remains of the