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      where he was concealed and a reward of £1,000 was offered to any one who 
      should give information against him; and as it was known that he was 
      concealed on his estate, eighty men were constantly stationed there, 
      besides the parties continually marching into the country to intimidate 
      his tenantry, and induce them to disclose the place of his concealment. Sir Hector Munro, at that time a 
      Lieutenant in the 34th Regiment, was entrusted with the command of a large 
      party, and continued two whole years in Badenach, for the purpose of 
      discovering Clunie’s retreat. The unwearied vigilance of the Clan could 
      alone have saved him from the vigilance of this party, directed as it was 
      by an officer equally remarkable for his zeal, and his knowledge of the 
      country and people. The slightest inattention, even a momentary want of 
      caution or presence of mind on the part of the Macphersons, would 
      infallibly have betrayed his retreat; yet so true were the Clan, so strict 
      in the observance of secrecy and so dexterous in conveying to him 
      unobserved the necessaries he required that although the soldiers were 
      animated with the hope of reward and a step of promotion was promised to 
      the officer who should apprehend him, not a trace of him could be 
      discovered, nor an individual found base enough to give a hint to his 
      detriment. Many anecdotes have been related of the narrow escapes which he 
      made including the vigilance of the soldiery, especially when he ventured 
      to spend a few of the dark hours conversably with his friends; and also of 
      the diligence, fidelity and presence of mind displayed by the people in 
      concealing his retreat, and baffling the activity of his pursuers, during 
      a period of no less than nine years. At length, however, wearied out with 
      this dreary and hopeless state of existence, and taught to despair of 
      pardon, he escaped to France in 1755, and died there the following year. 
      Clunie had become so cautious, whilst leading the life of an outlaw that, 
      on parting with his wife, or his most attached friends, he never told them 
      to which of his places of concealment he was going, nor suffered anyone to 
      accompany him. Not that he had any suspicion of the fidelity of his 
      family, his friends, or his Clan; their attachment and devotion had been 
      too well tried to admit of so unjust and ungrateful a thought entering his 
      mind. His object was that when questioned by his pursuers they might be 
      enabled to answer, that they knew not whither he had gone, or where he lay 
      concealed." 
 THE KILT WORN BY CHOICE. (See Page 25.) "It is extraordinary that 
      there are two Regiments (the 71st and 72nd) the oldest embodied Clan 
      corps, should wear trousers or trews, a dress formerly confined to lame, 
      sick or aged Highlanders. IT HAS BEEN A SOURCE OF GREAT VEXATION TO THEM, 
      THEIR CLAN AND THEIR COUNTRY. Assuredly, Lord McLeod, the eldest 
      son of Mackenzie, Earl of Cromarty, who raised the 73rd, now the 
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