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‘ On hills that are by right his ain,
He roams a lonely stranger ;
On ilka hand he ’s pressed by want,
On ilka side by danger.
Yestreen I met him in the glen
My heart near bursted fairly,
For sadly chang‘d indeed was he ;—
Oh, wae ’s me for Prince Charlie !

Dark night came on, the tempest howl’d

Out ower the hills and ralleys ;

And whaur was ’t that your Prince lay down,

Wha ’s hame should be a palace ?

He row‘d him in a Highland plaid,

Which cover‘d him but sparely,

And slept beneath a bush o‘ broom’—

Oh, wae ‘s me for Prince Charlie ! ’

For five long months Prince Charlie wandered in the
Highlands and Islands of western Scotland. He suffered
hunger, and cold, and wet, but through it all he was
cheerful and brave. No house was safe, for the whole
country was full of soldiers searching for him. He hid
in rocks and caves by the seashore, or slept among the
heather. Often he had no food at all for a whole day at
a time, other days he had only raw oatmeal.

Many times Prince Charlie was nearly caught, but he




escaped danger after danger. For although the money
offered for his capture would have made many a poor
Highlander rich beyond his wildest dreams, not one tried
to earn it. Instead, they risked their lives and their
freedom to help and save him.

Among the many people who helped Prince Charlie, a
beautiful lady called Flora Macdonald is perhaps the most
famous. With great danger to herself, she went to him
when he was hiding on the seashore and the King‘s
soldiers were all around seeking for him. Dressed as her
maid he travelled safely for a few days, and managed to
escape from the island on which he was at the time, and
to go to another.

There were twa bonnie maidens, and three bonnie maidens,
Cam’ ower the Minch
, and cam’ ower the main,
Wi‘ the wind for their way, and a corry for their hame,
And they a
re dearly welcome to Skye again !

Come along, come along,

Wi‘ your boatie and your song,
My ain bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maidens,
For the night it is da
rk and the red coat is gone,
And ye are dearly welcome to Skye again.

There is Flora my honey,

So dear and so bonnie,

And ane that’s sae tall and sae handsome withal :

Put the ane for my King and the other for my Queen,

And they are dearly welcome to Skye again.

Come along, come along,

Wi‘ your boatie and your song,
My ain bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maidens,
And saft shall ye rest, where the heather it is best,
And ye a
re dearly welcome to Skye again.’

When Flora Macdonald could no longer help the
Prince, he found other people ready to do so, and for
some time he lived with seven robbers, called the seven


men of Glenmoriston. These seven men had fought at
Culloden, and now, afraid to return to their homes, they
led a wild life among the mountains. They hated the
Butcher Duke and his soldiers, and they attacked them
and stole from them whenever they could. Once, four of
them attacked, and put to flight, seven of the Duke’s
men, and another time they attacked a whole troop of
soldiers and carried off from them a herd of cattle which
they were driving to the camp.

The Prince was nearly starving when he came among
these wild men, for he had had nothing to eat for two
days. He was afraid to tell who he was, and pretended
that he was the son of a Highland chieftain. In spite of
his ragged clothes, however, the seven men knew the
Prince at once, but far from wishing to hurt him, they
were delighted, and bound themselves by a most solemn
oath to help him in every way. ‘ May our backs be to
God, and our faces to the Evil One, may all the curses
that the scriptures do pronounce be upon us and our sons
after us, if we do not stand firm to the Prince in the
greatest of dangers, or if we tell to any man, woman, or
child, that the Prince is in our keeping till once his person
is out of danger.’

And so well did they keep this oath, that the Prince
had been safe in France for a year, before they told any
one that he had been with them.

Charles lived for several weeks with these wild men.
They soon became good friends, and the robbers loved
and served the Prince, and did everything that they could
to make his life more comfortable.

His clothes were very old and ragged, so they waylaid
a servant who was travelling with his master’s clothes,
and stole them for the Prince. They went in disguise to
the nearest town to hear the news and buy newspapers,



and once one of them brought a pennyworth of ginger­
bread back with him, thinking it would be a great treat
for the Prince I

Charles, on his side, insisted that he should be treated
as one of themselves. He made them keep on their
bonnets, instead of going bareheaded before him. And
instead of calling him ‘ Your Highness ’ they called him

The robbers admired the Prince, because he could
shoot and hunt, and climb and walk, as well as any of
them, and sometimes would help to cook the dinner.

Charles could speak no Gaelic, and the seven men
could speak no English, so one of the Prince’s friends had
to translate all that was said. It was agreed that the
Prince should not say anything that could not be trans­
lated to the men, and that the men should not say any­
thing which could not be translated to the Prince. Charles
in this way found out that they all used bad words, and
swore dreadfully. He scolded them for this, and at last,
when they saw that he was really sorry about it, they
gave up swearing altogether.

About this time a young man called Roderick
Mackenzie, who had fought for Charles, and who was
very like him, was also wandering and hiding among the
hills and valleys. While the soldiers were hunting for
the Prince, they found Mackenzie. When they tried to
take him prisoner, he defended himself bravely, and
fought hard for his life, but at last a soldier struck him
to the ground. Then seeing that he must die, and hoping
to serve his Prince to the last, he cried out, ‘ Villains, you
have slain your Prince.’ The soldiers thinking that they
had really killed the Pretender, cut off Mackenzie’s head
and sent it to London, so for a time the search for Charles
was not so keen. But the mistake was soon found out.


Charles at last felt he must leave his kind robber
friends and try once more to escape to France, They
loved him so well, that they tried hard to make him stay.
But he would not, and at length after some more adven­
tures, he managed to escape on board a French ship.
Twenty-three gentlemen, and more than a hundred
common men, went with him. As they sailed away from
their beloved land, tears dimmed their eyes, but hope was
strong in the hearts, and they swore one day to return
and conquer.

But they never came again.

‘ Royal Charlie’s now awa’,
Safely ower the friend
ly main ;
y a heart will break in twa,
Should he no come back again

Will ye no come back again ?

Will ye no come back again ?

Better lo’ed ye canna be,

And will ye no come back again ?’

Many of those who had fought for Charles died on the
scaffold. Many who had helped him to hide and escape
were imprisoned. Among these was Flora Macdonald,
but two years later she was set free. Even while she was
a prisoner, people flocked to see her, glad to speak to and
shake hands with, so brave a woman, and there was hardly
a woman in all Scotland who did not envy her for having
been able to help the Bonnie Prince.

And so Bonnie Prince Charlie goes out of our story.
The end of his life was sad. He lived an exile and a
wanderer in foreign lands, and at last died far from his
own country.

In the great church of St Peter in Rome there is a
monument, placed there, it is said, by King George IV.,
on which there are the names in Latin of James III.,

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Charles III., and Henry IX., kings of England. They were
kings who never ruled, and who are known in history
as the Old Pretender, the Young Pretender, and Henry,
Cardinal of York, who was the younger brother of the
Young Pretender.

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