Some few of their number had made their way to India or Canada, and there was a vague dissatisfaction which only required a prospect of change to develop.
As time went on, and the laird's plan for opening the coal beds on his estate got known, the men became impatient to be gone.
In the early part of March two large ships lay off the coast waiting for them, and they went in a body to Crawford Keep to bid the chief "farewell." It was a hard hour, after all, to Crawford.

The great purpose that he had kept before his eyes for years was not at that moment sufficient.

He had dressed himself in his full chieftain's suit to meet them.

The eagle's feather in his Glengary gave to his great stature the last grace.

The tartan and philibeg, the garters at his knee, the silver buckles at his shoulder, belt, and shoon, the jewelled mull and dirk, had all to these poor fellows in this last hour a proud and sad significance.