ve men
approaching under arms, being the Prince, Lochgary, Dr. Cameron, and two
servants, taking the five men to be of the army or militia, which lay
encamped not above four or five miles from them, and were probably in
search of them; as it was in vain to think of flying, Locheil at the
time being quite lame, and not in any condition to travel, much less to
run away; it was resolved that the enemy, as they judged them to be,
should be received with a general discharge of all the arms; in number
twelve firelocks and some pistols.... But the auspicious hand of
Almighty God ... prevented those within from firing at the Prince with
his four attendants; for they came at last so near that they were known
by those within.... Locheil then ushered him into his habitation, which
was indeed but a very poor one. The Prince was gay, and in better
spirits than it was possible to think he could have been, considering
the many disasters, disappointments, fatigues and difficulties, he had
undergone. His Royal Highness, with his retinue, went into the hut; and
there was more meat and drink provided for him than he expected. There
was plenty of mutton, an anker of whisky, containing twenty Scots pints,
some good beef sausages made the year before, with plenty of butter and
cheese, besides a large well cured bacon ham. Upon his entry, the Prince
took a hearty dram, which he sometimes called for thereafter, to drink
the healths of his friends. When some minced collops were dressed with
butter, in a large sauce-pan, which Locheil and Cluny always carried
about with them, being the only fire vessel they had, His Royal Highness
eat heartily, and said with a very cheerful countenance: "Now,
gentlemen, I live like a Prince:" though at the same time he was no
otherwise entertained than eating his collops out of the pan, with a
silver spoon....

The day after Clunie arrived, he thought it time to remove from
Mellanauir, and took the Prince about two miles further into Benalder,
to a little sheil called Uiskchibra, where the hut or bothie was
superlatively bad and smoky; yet His Royal Highness put up with
everything. Here he remained for two or three nights; and then removed
to a very romantic habitation, made for him by Clunie, two miles further
into Benalder, called the Cage; which was a great curiosity, and can
scarcely be described to perfection. It was situated in the face of a
very rough, high and rocky mountain, called Letternilichk, still