Shoulder to shoulder — Reading Notes

II. MY HERO--BONNIE PRINCE CHARLIE

III. THE FIRST ACT IN A TRAGEDY--A WILD AND LAWLESS MAN--MUIRACHIE THE DWARF

IV. THE DUKE AT FONTENOY--CULLODEN MOOR--THE CAVE--A BRAVE HIGHLAND LASSIE--A RACE FOR LIFE--"TO HORSE! TO HORSE!"

V. ROYALS TO THE RESCUE--THAT FAITHFUL DWARF--HAND TO HAND WITH DIRK AND CLAYMORE--"THE RED-COATS ARE COMING!"

VI. A HIGHLAND SCHOOL A HUNDRED YEARS AGO

VII. HARD TIMES FOR A TEACHER.--THE TAWSE--LITTLE RACHEL--A DROLL ADVENTURE--MY GRANDFATHER STUCK FAST IN THE CHIMNEY

VIII. THE CONSPIRATORS--A DEED OF DARKNESS--A FEAST TO FOLLOW--STRANGE SCHOOL-CUSTOMS--A FIGHT IN THE FOREST--LAST DAYS AT SCHOOL

IX. LEAVING HOME--A HUMBLE TRADE--"I'LL NOT SERVE UNDER A FRASER OR LOVAT: I AM A ROBERTSON AND A LOYALIST"

X. THE KING'S SHILLING--IN CORNEY'S CAVE--"SURRENDER IN THE KING'S NAME!"--CAPTURE AND ESCAPE

XI. SWORN TO SHOOT AT SIGHT--AN ADVENTURE ON THE ROAD--"PLEASE, SIR, ARE YOU THE COLONEL?"--"WE'LL CALL YOU JOHN"

_OFF TO JOIN HIS REGIMENT._

I. FIRST MONTHS OF SOLDIER-LIFE--THE PLEASURE OF DRILL--A PASSAGE OF ARMS--EN ROUTE FOR EDINBURGH CASTLE--AN OLD-TIME TROOPER

II. THE VOYAGE OF THE "VENGEFUL"--TERRIBLE SUFFERINGS AT SEA

III. LIFE AT THE CASTLE--A DANCE ON THE DINNER-TABLE--HOW A QUARREL WAS SETTLED--A DROLL DUEL AND THE ENDING THEREOF

IV. WHAT A BATTLE SEEMS LIKE TO THE SOLDIER--TERRIBLE TIMES IN PARIS--CIVIL WAR AND MURDER

V. FIGHTING AT TOULON--TERRIBLE SORTIES--EVACUATION--OFF TO CORSICA--CAPTURED BY BRIGANDS--CAPTAIN DRAKE'S FIRST FIGHT

VI. MY GRANDFATHER IS PROMOTED--AN UNLUCKY ESCAPADE--SAVED BY A RIBBON--MASSACRE OF FRENCH NOBLES--NAPOLEON BONAPARTE TO THE FORE

VII. POLICY AND AMBITION OF NAPOLEON--REBELLION IN IRELAND--ATTEMPTS AT INVASION--THE WHOLE WORLD OF EUROPE IN A BLAZE

VIII. GRANDFATHER GOES ON FURLOUGH--A CHANGE AND MANY A CHANGE--POOR LITTLE RACHEL--BATTLE OF ALEXANDRIA--THE GALLANT 42ND--NIGHTFALL ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE

_FROM WAR TO GENTLE PEACE._

I. THE DUKE OF KENT AS GRANDFATHER KNEW HIM--DISCIPLINE AND THE LASH IN THE BRAVE DAYS OF OLD--TONAL'S DILEMMA, AND HOW HE GOT OUT OF IT

II. AWFUL CONDITION OF GIB--GRANDFATHER STABBED--A VENDETTA--THE DUKE WAS THE BEST-HATED MAN ON THE ROCK

III. MYSTERY--A GRUESOME BOX--A MEETING OF CONSPIRATORS--TERRIBLE THREATS--THE MUTINY

IV. WARNED BY A DYING SOLDIER--MORE MUTINY--HE FELL FORWARD DEAD--WAR BREAKS OUT ONCE MORE--NAPOLEON'S PLANS AND MOVEMENTS--MURDER!

V. NAPOLEON'S SCHEME FOR INVADING BRITAIN--A BRIGHT PROMISE--GRANDFATHER MEETS HIS FATE

VI. AN IRISH FAIR AT DUNDALK--GREAT FUN AND NO END OF FIGHTING--THE BOMBARDMENT OF COPENHAGEN--GRANDFATHER GETS MARRIED

VII. THE FRENCH IN SPAIN AND PORTUGAL--BRITISH TO THE RESCUE--SIR ARTHUR--SIR JOHN MOORE--SPLENDID GENERALSHIP OF NAPOLEON

VIII. TREACHERY AND FOOLERY--A RACE FOR LIFE AND A RUN FOR THE SEA--TOM GRAHAME'S BABY--SORROW, SUFFERING, AND DANGER--IT MUST BE DEATH OR VICTORY

IX. FIGHTING AGAINST FEARFUL ODDS--DEATH OF MOORE--THE EMBARKATION--A WIFE AND A NEW SET OF BAGPIPES

X. "I'M A SOLDIER'S WIFE; I'LL SHARE A SOLDIER'S TOILS"--GIRL HEROINES--STORMING OF BERGEN-OP-ZOOM--STRANGE ADVENTURES--BORN ON A BATTLEFIELD

XI. ACROSS THE WIDE ATLANTIC--A STRANGE PARADE--THE BAREFOOT SQUAD--SHIPWRECK--A FEARFUL FIGHT

XII. RED-EYE, THE INDIAN CHIEF--A TERRIBLE ADVENTURE WITH A BEAR--BAD NEWS!--STOLEN OR KILLED BY INDIANS

XIII. "WHERE IS RED-EYE? I WILL KILL HIM!"--A SOLEMN SCENE--THE MOONLIT FOREST

XIV. THE FIGHT WITH SAVAGES--A LONE GRAVE IN THE FOREST--RETURN OF SPRING--NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA

THIS BOOK IS INSCRIBED, WITH MANY A KINDLY WISH, BY HIS COUSIN,

In the Highlands a Hundred Years Ago.

SHOULDER TO SHOULDER.

_IN THE HIGHLANDS A HUNDRED YEARS AGO._

Never for a moment--as we sat together in the twilight--could the dear old man have imagined that, just thirty years after his death, his grandson would be here, in a wigwam, writing the story of his romantic life.

That story, let me tell you, is also the story of the old days, when

"Wild war's deadly blast was blowing";

the story of the times when Napoleon was still the world's hero, his glory putting in the shade even that of Wellington himself, and many another great and notable general.

Ah, me! how long ago it seems now since I used to lift the "sneck" of Auld-da's door, and slip quietly in, just as the shades of evening were deepening into night.

"Is that you, Williamie?" he would say, without turning his head.

"Yes, Auld-da"; and, next moment, I would be sitting on the "creepie"* by his feet, with my arm leaning on his knee, waiting for a story.

* Creepie: a low stool.

A little, little boy, they tell me I was then, with pale face and dark-blue wondering eyes. Not over strong, you may guess, because I lived in the realms of romance, and because fairy tales--stories of water-kelpies, that lurk in the darkest pools of forest-shaded rivers, and eat men's flesh at midnight; stories of brownies and spunkies, that bob their lights before belated travellers to lure them far across the moor to the bog, in which they sink and perish--and all the legends of my native Scottish land were, to me, as dear as the very air I breathed.