It was a sublime scene to look up to them, piled in great masses, one upon another, the front rank of dazzling whiteness, while those which arose behind them caught a rosy tint from the setting of a clear wintry sun.

Ben Cruachan, superior in magnitude, and seeming the very citadel of the Genius of the Region, rose high above the others, showing his glimmering and scathed peak to the distance of many miles.
The followers of Montrose were men not to be daunted by the sublime, yet terrible prospect before them.

Many of them were of that ancient race of Highlanders, who not only willingly made their couch in the snow, but considered it as effeminate luxury to use a snowball for a pillow.
Plunder and revenge lay beyond the frozen mountains which they beheld, and they did not permit themselves to be daunted by the difficulty of traversing them.

Montrose did not allow their spirits time to subside.
He ordered the pipes to play in the van the ancient pibroch entitled, "HOGGIL NAM BO," etc.

(that is, We come through snow-drift to drive the prey), the shrilling sounds of which had often struck the vales of the Lennox with terror.