One standing at the west corner of the kirkyard had a fuller and sweeter view of the Glen than could be got anywhere save from the beeches at the Lodge; but then nothing like unto that can be seen far or near, and I have marvelled why painting men have never had it on their canvas.
"Our vault is at the east end, where the altar was in the old days, and there our dead of many generations lie.

A Carnegie always prayed to be buried with his people in Drumtochty, but as it happened, two out of three of our house have fallen on the field, and so most of us have not had our wish.
"Black John, my great-grandfather, was out in '45, and escaped to France.

He married a Highland lassie orphaned there, and entered the French service, as many a Scot did before him since the days of the Scots Guards.

But when he felt himself a-dying, he asked leave of the English government to come home, and he would not die till he laid himself down in his room in the tower.

Then he gave directions for his funeral, how none were to be asked of the county folk but Drummonds and Hays and Stewarts from Blair Athole and such like that had been out with the Prince.