The Twenty-four Hours 267

curious sight. In front of the little procession
coming down the glen road, and so much more
impressive than his satellites that they may be
put out of mind as merely ploughmen and the
like following a show, was a Highlander that I
knew to be Lauchlan Campbell, one of the pipers
engaged to lend music to the earl’s marriage. He
had the name of a thrawn man when sober, but
pretty at the pipes at both times, and he came
marching down the glen blowing gloriously, as if
he had the clan of Campbell at his heels. ' I know
no man who is so capable on occasion of looking
like twenty as a Highland piper, and never have
I seen a face in such a blaze of passion as was
Lauchlan Campbell’s that day. His following
were keeping out of his reach, jumping back
every time he turned round to shake his fist in
the direction of the Spittal. While this magnifi-
cent man was yet some yards from us, I saw
Waster Lunny, who had been in the middle of
the road to ask questions, fall back in fear, and
not being a fighting man myself, I jumped the
dyke. Lauchlan gave me a look that sent me
farther into the field, and strutted past, shrieking
defiance through his pipes, until I lost him and
his followers in a bend of the road.

“That’s a terrifying spectacle,” I heard Waster
Lunny say when the music had become but a dis-
tant squeal. ‘“ You’re bonny at louping dykes,
dominie, when there is a wild bull in front 0’ you.
Na, I canna tell what has happened, but at the
least Lauchlan maun hae dirked the earl. Thae
loons cried out to me as they gaed by that he has
been blawing awa’ at that tune till he canna halt.