Jehan Hamel.
Jehan Fleury.
Guille. Guilbert.
Colas Bathe.
Laurens Gaillot.
Guille. Bochier.
Michel Eon.
Jean Anthoine.
Michel Maingard.
Jehan Margen.
Bertrand Apuril.
Giles Staffin.
Geoffroy Olliuler.
Guille De Guerneze.
Louys Douayrer.
Pierre Coupeaulx.
Pierres Jonchée - 74 signatures.
The subsequent seven Signatures were
added in the answer to the Quebec Prize Historical Questions, submitted in
1879.
Jean Gouyon.
Charles Gaillot.
Claude de Pontbrians.
Charles de la Pommeraye.
Jean Poullet.
Philippe Rougemont.
De Goyelle.
(See Page 22.)
CLUNIE MACPHERSON.
Capt. John Macpherson, of Fraser’s
Highlanders, wounded 25th July 1759, was brother to Duncan Macpherson, the
head of the Clan, the Laird of Cluny, generally known by the name of
Clunie Macpherson. The melancholy end of this brave chieftain places in a
most favorable light, the fidelity of his followers towards their chiefs
mixed up in the rebellion of 1715 and also in the rising of 1745. The
battle of Culloden brought ruin on all the Clan. Clunie Macpherson was,
however, appointed to a company in Lord Loudons Highlanders, and had taken
the oath to the Government. His Clan was impatient to join the adventurous
descendant of their ancient sovereign, when he came to claim what they
supposed his right. While he hesitated between duty and inclination, his
wife, a daughter of Lord Lovat, and a staunch jacobite, earnestly
dissuaded him from breaking his oath, assuring him nothing could end well
that began with perjury. His friends reproached her for interfering and
hurried on the husband to his ruin."—Sketches of the Highlanders,
Vol. 1, P. 60.
His life was thus forfeited to the
laws, and much diligence was exerted to bring him to justice. He lived
nine years in a cave, at a short distance from his house, which had been
burned to the ground by the King’s troops. "This cave, says General
Stewart" was in the front of a woody precipice, the trees and shelving
rocks completely concealing the entrance. It was dug out by his own
people, who worked by night, and conveyed the stones and rubbish into a
lake in the neighborhood, that no vestige of their labour might betray the
retreat of their master. In this sanctuary he lived secure, occasionally
visiting his friends by night, or when time slackened the vigor of the
search.
