Up through the Sixteenth, where a great company of people stood silent and with bared heads, the sad procession moved, past the old church, up through the swamp, and so onward to the home of the dead.

None of the Macdonald gang turned aside to their homes till they had given their comrade over into the keeping of his own people.

By the time the Cameron's gate was reached the night had grown thick and black, and the drivers were glad enough of the cedar bark torches that Ranald and Don waved in front of the teams to light the way up the lane.

In silence Donald Ross, who was leading, drove up his team to the little garden gate and allowed the great Macdonald and Dannie to alight.
At the gate stood Long John Cameron, silent and self-controlled, but with face showing white and haggard in the light of the flaring torches.
Behind him, in the shadow, stood the minister.

For a few moments they all remained motionless and silent.