d consternation all
over England, and it was felt that no one but the Duke of Cumberland was
fit to deal with such a stubborn and daring enemy.

The Prince's army did not reap so much advantage from their victory as
might have been expected; their forces were in too great confusion to
pursue the English general, and on the morrow of the battle many
deserted to their own homes, carrying off their booty. A more serious
loss was the defection of the clan Glengarry. The day after the battle a
young Macdonald, a private soldier of Clanranald's company, was
withdrawing the charge from a gun he had taken on the field. He had
abstracted the bullet, and, to clean the barrel, fired off the piece.
Unfortunately it had been double loaded, and the remaining bullet struck
Glengarry's second son, Aeneas, who was in the street at the time. The
poor boy fell, mortally wounded, in the arms of his comrades, begging
with his last breath that no vengeance should be exacted for what was
purely accidental. It was asking too much from the feelings of the
clansmen. They indignantly demanded that blood should atone for blood.
Clanranald would gladly have saved his clansman, but dared not risk a
feud which would have weakened the Prince's cause. So another young life
as innocent as the first was sacrificed to clan jealousy. The young
man's own father was the first to fire on his son, to make sure that
death should be instantaneous. Young Glengarry was buried with all
military honours, Charles himself being chief mourner; but nothing could
appease the angry pride of the clan, and the greater part of them
returned to their mountains without taking any leave.

[Illustration: The poor boy fell, mortally wounded]

VIII

IN THE HIGHLANDS

ON January 30 the Duke of Cumberland arrived in Edinburgh. His reception
was a curious parody of Charles's brilliant entry four months before.
The fickle mob cheered the one as well as the other; the Duke occupied
the very room at Holyrood that had been Charles's; where the one had
danced with Jacobite beauties, the other held a reception of Whig
ladies. Both were fighting their father's battle; both were young men of
five-and-twenty. But here likeness gives way to contrast; Charles was
graceful in person, and of dignified and attractive presence; his
cousin, Cumberland, was already stout and unwieldy, and his coarse and
cruel nature had traced unpleasant lines on his face. He was a poor
general but a man of u