It was Prince Charlie entering Edinburgh.

The handsome, unfortunate youth rode bareheaded amid the Gordons and the Murrays and a hundred Highland noblemen.

The women had their children shoulder high to see him, the citizens, bonnets up, were pressing up to his bridle-rein.

It stirred Tallisker like a peal of trumpets.

With the tears streaming down his glowing face, he cried out, "How daur ye, sir! You are just the warst rebel between the seas! King George ought to hang you up at Carlisle-gate.