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* < ROB ROY. Rob Roy, or Robert McGregor ■ surnamed Roy, or red, from tie i color of his hair, was a sort of i chief with his clan. He was large- : ly engaged as a cattle-dealer, and made frequent journeys to Eng- i land with large droves. On one of these ventures he had the Duke of Montrose for a partner. The speculation proved a bad one, the market being overstocked, and the cattle selling for less than prime cost. The Duke no sooner heard of-this misfortune, than, determining not to be a loser, without waiting for Rob’s return, he collected a well armed party, and with a “warrant of distress” in his hand, went down and took possession of the McGregor’s estate, turning his wife and’ children out of doors, without food, shelter or clothing. In due time Roy returned and discovered the desolation the Duke had effected. He swore vengeance on the tyrant, and then retired with his family and retainers into the mountains, where he established himself a new home, somewhat less luxuriant than his ancestral halls. Here he collected about him a band of followers, and soon did Montrose heartily repent his forcible proceedings. Almost daily were cattle missing from his estate, and when rent day came round Rob was sure to be on hand to seize the rents as they were fairly paid over. On one of these occasions (it was the summer of 1717) Rob, with some twenty pick; ed men and his favorite piper, Alpine, with great rapidity and secresy, made a descent upon the inn, where Killean, the Duke’s chamberlain, had appointed to meet his lordship’s tenants to receive from them their annual rents. Killean was in the dining-room with the assembled tenantry, and had already given receipts for • a large amount of money, when the sound of a bagpipe was heard approaching. ’ The air played, “Up wi’ the Campbells and down wi’ the Grahams,” betokened something hostile. They hurried to the windows, and great was his consternation when he beheld Rob Roy, but alone, or preceeded only by the piper, Alpine, advancing straight to the door of the inn. Through terror that his own life might be the forfeit of the proceedings instituted against Rob nine years before, he sought to preserve his master’s property*, and gathering up his rent rolls, receipts and the bag containing the money he flung them into a loft above the room. At that moment the door was thrown open, and with respect that was in no way assumed, the landlord ushered in Rob Roy, fully armed, with a smile on his lip and irony in his clear, gray eye, while Alpine remained as a sentinel at the door of the inn. “God save all here,” said Rob Roy, bowing. “A hundred thousand welcomes!” replied Killean, whose dapper little figure trembled in his buckled shoes, and he nervously fingered the breeches Bible that was always in one of the large-flap-ped pockets of his square-skirted black velvet coat. He trembled so much that the powder of his wig floated like a cloud about his head as it was shaken from the curls. On the occasion, Roy wore a short and green jacket profusely laced with silver; a long, red waistcoat, and woolen shirt open at the neck; a belt and a pair of deerskin hose and cuarans, elaborately cut and tied with thongs. His lawless and predatory life had imparted a wild expression to his eye and a boldness to his bearing that impressed all present; but one of the Duke’s farmers, named McLaron, gathering courage, pushed a bottle of wine and another of brandy towards him saying with affected confidence: “You will drink with us, McGregor ?” “That I will do,” blithely replied Robas he filled up a silver quaich with wiskey and drank it off, previously giving the old Highland toast: “The Hills, the Glens, and the people!" He then laid his sword and pistols on the table, and presenting his little crooked snuff mull, to go round the company in token of amity, he said:

“Keep your seats, gentlemen, pray do, do not let me interupt you,” and proceed to partake of the cold roasted meat, the bread, cheese and wine, which had been provided as a repast for the tenants, about thirty of whom were in the room. While Rob waa eating, the party rose and the bottle went cheerfully

round till he called the piper, who stood outside of the inn near the open windows. “Alpine, strike up Glentrain.” On hearing the order, which seemed to be the forerunner of mischief, the chamberlain and tennats exchanged glances of uneasiness. which in no way subsided when Rob struck his belt, and snatched his sword, as his henchman and other fellows bursting into the room with claymores drawn, ranged themselves at the doors and windows, precluding all chances of escape. “Now, Killean,” said Roy, for the first time addressing his enemy, “you will, perhaps, have the kindness to inform me how you have come on with the collection of his grace’s rents ?” Hesitation and fear made the factor silent. “Speak!” exclaimed Rob, impatiently. “I have got nothing yet,” stammered Killean. “Come, come, I know you of old, and so your tricks and falsehoods will not pass with me. I must reckon with you fairly, by the book. Produce at once your ledger!” Killean, with the perspiration oozing on his temples, still hesitated, and began to protest; but Rob laid his watch on the table and cocking one of his pistols said with assumed calmness: “Killean, I give you but three minutes to obey me.” In the terror of death, the chamberlain grew deadly pale, and looked sick at heart.

“One minute has already passed," said Rob, as he began to hum an air, a sure sign that further mischief was not far off; so Killean, seeing the utter futility of resistance, presented his rental books and bags of money. “Now Killean, this is acting like a sensible man,” said Roy, as he uncocked the pistol and placed the watch in his pocket; “so help yourself and take a dram while I examine your accounts.” Rob Roy turned over leaf after leaf of the ledger, examined the whole of the rental, drew from the farmers those sums which the chamberlain had not yet received, and pocketing the total, £8,227 2s. Bd, ( Scots), with grert "formality granted receipts in full. Having completed his business Rob returned to his mountain home taking with him the terrified Killean, whom he threatened to hang should his master fail to ransom him with 3,400 marks (Scots). This Montrose refused to do, when notwithstanding that to Killean’s influence and advice he owed his misfortune in the loss of a home, he generously allowed him to depart in safety. In 1747 Rob* Roy was captured. A large reward had been ofiered for him dead or alive, and stimulated perhaps by this, the Duke of Athole, who had been a Jacobite, and therefore in sympathy with Rob, determined to entrap him, and deliver him over to the Government. He accordingly sent our hero an urgent invitation to visit him in his castle, assuring perfect safety, and even procuring for him a “protection from the government.” Thus deceived, Rob duly appeared at the Castle of Blair, in a chamber of which the Duke had treacherously concealed an officer and sixty soldiers. He was cordially received. “I know not how to express the joy I feelin having so brave a gentleman in my house,” said the Duke; “but, as a first favor, I must beg you to lay aside your sword and pistols.” “Wherefore my lord?” asked Rob, who felt surprised at a thing so unusual. “The Duchess is somewhat timid and the sight of such things always alarms her.” “By my faith, Athole, had she seen her roof tree in flames, and so much of her own blood shed as my good wife has seen in her time, the sight of an armed man would not cause uneasinessreplied Rob, as he laid aside his dirk and pistols. But where is your good lady Duke? “In the garden, where we shall join her.” • The Duchess came hurriedly forward to meet the famous outlaw of whom she had heard so much, and to whom she presented her hand, for as yet she was ignorant of the vile plot her husband had framed. “McGregor?” she exclaimed, on seeing him without a sword; “McGregor here and unarmed!” Rob saw at once he had been victimized, and glanced up to the Duke; who colored deeply, and said with some confusion—“l thought your sword might prove troublesome if anything unpleasant occurred between ua.”

“Between friend—between a guest and a host, what could occur that would be unpleasant? I understand you not.” “You will understand this, Mr. McGregor,’’ aaid the Duke, throwing off his disguise; ‘’you have committed such wild work along the border that I must detain you.,’ “Detain me ?” repeated Rob, with surprise. “And send you to Edinburg.” “Where I should swing in a gibbet, a holiday sight for the psalmsinging burgesses. lam then snared—betrayed ?” exclaimed Rob, starting back. “Phrase it as you please I—” “Has a man of your rank and name a soul so mean so vile that he will forfeit honor and faith to win the paltry regard offered for the head of a loyal and unfortunate gentleman, whom tyranny and oppression have covered with ruin and driven to dispair and shame ?” Clinching his right hand, he would have struck the Duke to the earth but for a piteous shriek which came from the lady. At this moment the iron gate opened and sixty soldiers rushed in, surrounded McGregor, and beat him down with the butts of their muskets. He was bound and dragged away to an adjacent village, where he was kept under a strong escort until arrangements could be made for taking him to Edinburgh. Rob Roy, finding himself in one of the miserable cotages of the village, began to hope that he might perhaps achieve an escape. As $ preliminary, h e begged the sergeant to undo the (lords which bound his hands, that he might write a farewell address to his unhappy wife, who had then found shelter in a little farm-house of Portnellan, at the head of Loch Katrine. The sergeant was a humane man, he said something about his own wife, and he did as Rob requested though in defiance of express orders. . Then, as he had been liberal In supplying the soldiers with whiskey and ale, they became friendly with McGregor, and so after a time the letter was written; but there was a difficulty in procuring a messenger to Loch Katriue, as several McGregors had located themselves thereabouts, and reprisals were dreaded. The stormy night wore on, and ere long all the soldiers were sleeping save one, who stood with his loaded carbine at the door of the cottage. To McGregor it seemed as this man pitied him, as he had been more gentle than his comrades, and had ministered to his comfort, so far as he dared, since the time of his betrayal at Blair.

Being strong, active and Wiry as a mountain stag, to rush on this trooper and wrench away his carbine would have been an easy task to McGregor, but the key of the cottage door hung at the waist belt of the sleeping sergeant; thus the perliminary scuffle would justserve to arouse the whole party, and ensure his being shbt down by some of them. As these ideas occurred to the captive, he surveyed the sentinel, whose gaze was never turned from him. With a swarthy, almost olive-tinted face, and deep, dark eyes, he was a stout and handsome young man, and profusely braided uniform, with its heavy red cuffs, his horse-grenadier cap and tasselled boots, became him well. He had his right hand on the lock of his carbine, the barrel of which rested in the hollow of his left arm. ,‘How goes the night ?” asked McGregor. “Twelve has just struck on the hisk-clock without,” replied the soldier, “and the night is cold and dreary yet. You can hear the sough of the wind among the trees and the roar of the Tay, too.” “You are, I think, a southcountryman, by your accent.” said McGregor. “Yes," replied the trooper, dryly, as he was loth to become too familiar with a prisoner of a character so formidable; and moreover, the sergeant might be awake. “Take another dram of the whiskey, man; there is a taste in the quaich. What part of the South are you from ?” The trooper drained the little wooden cup, and .replied—“l come from Moffatdale; my auld mother bydes in a bit of thatched house at Craggburnwood. Weary fall the day I ever left it to become a soldier.” “Moffatdale,” said Rob ponderingly; “many a good drove of short-legged Argyle heifers have I driven through it to southern markets at Carlisle, and Psnreth.—

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I know well the place, the Hartfell— “And Queensbury Hill, Loch Skene, and the Graymer’s Tail, and Berrow wi’ a’ its dowie dens!” added the soldier, with kindling eyes. “Once when there I fought some militamen, and gave them good cause to remember Roy, though perhaps the loons know not my name. “When was this ?” asked the soldier earnestly. •‘A year or so after the Union. It was in a Summer glooming when I was riding northward, near Moffat villiage, I heard the cries of a woman in anguish. They came from a deep, dark hollow called the Gartpool Linn—” “Well ken I the place,” said the soldier. “A true Highlander has ever his sword at the lervice of a friend or the defenceless. I rode into the dark dingle, and found some rascally militiamen, with a Queen’s officer, about to hang some unfortunate Gypsies, but by my faith I gave them their kail through thereck. I threw one half of them into the water, drove off the rest and passed two feet of my claymore through the body of an officer, who must have been a tough fellow, tor he seemed never a bit the worse when 1 saw him last at the field of Sheriffmuir. I cut down the poor Gypsies, who hung on the lower branch of a tree, but they were all dead—” “All ?” “All except one—a boy about the age of Coll, my one boy, Coll, whom I may never see again, in this world at least,” added McGregor, with a burst of emotion. The soldier, who had listened to his anecdote with deep interest, said—- “ You did more. McGregor; you gave some money to the poor harmless lassie that lay at the tree —money to comfort her ere you went away.” “Yes, perhaps I did; but how know you this?” “She was my sister, and I am the half-hanged Gypsy lad whom you saved, McGregor.” “You!” exclaimed the other, with astonishment in his tone.

“Yes,” said the soldier giving his hand to the outlaw; “I enlisted in Polworth’s Light Horse after that, and have smelt powder at Ramillies, at Oudenarde and at Malplaquet. Then I became a horse-grenadier. O! McGregor, what can Ido to serve you for the brave deed of that doleful summer evening ?” “Get me a messenger,” said McGregor, huskily ; “one who will take this message to my poor forlorn wife.” “I shall,” replied the soldier, in a whisper, as he glanced at his sleeping comrades; “and I shall do more: the best horse in the troop shall be at your service before day dawns if another can not be had !” “Sayyou so?” exclaimed McGregor, whose heart leaped with joy- - . “Yes, so sure as my name is Willie Gemmil —even if I should be shot for it at the drum head. “I thank you—l thank you; my wife, my bairns!” said Rob, in a broken voice, “You know, soldier, what I have been: think of what I am. I have much of goodness, of kindness, of charitv, of love in my heart; yet men deem me a savage, and seek to make me one. I may be one. It may be that in my desperation and fury, when fired by the sense of unmerited wrong I have done severe things, but the memory of the station I have lost, and of the success I once hoped to achieve, add deeper bitterness to my fallen fortunes now. Tis well that Old Donald ofGlengyleis in his grave, and knows not the fate of his son!” When day broke Gemmil was relieved from his post, and exerted himself to procure a messenger with a fleet active horse. On the man coming to the door of the cottage having been instructed by the Gypsy trooper whattodo, he dismounted at the moment that Rob Roy, with the Sergeant’s permision, came forth to give the letter and some special message to Helen HcGregor. Rob’s emotion was great in reconnizing in the messenger who had volunteered so readily his foster brother, McAleister, who had been hovering about Logierait in the hope of achieving something. His glance contained volumes.

The eyes of the troop were upon Rob, yet he sprang past them, leaped into the empty saddle of the messenger's horse, and urged it at full speed towards the bank of the Tay. Boot and saddle! To horse and

after him!” exclaimed the sergeant, while a scattered volley of carbine bullets whistled after McGregor; but long before the troop horsee were bitted and saddled he plunged into the foaming river, crossed it, and disappeared. The vexation and chagrin of the Duke of Athol were extreme, when an hour after this occurrence he arrived with a band of his own retainers, all well mounted and armed with swords and musketoons, to escort the prisoner to Edinburgh, and found no trace of him but the letter he had written to Helen, and the cords with which he had been so ignominously bound. Again and again was Rob Roy captured but as often did he effect his escape, sometimes almost as if by miracle. Often he had in his power his bitterest enemies, and as often, because they were in his power, did he refuse to take their lives. His generosity was equal to his courage. The poor looked . to him for protection and help, while of the rich he was the constant terror. He brought up his sons to be industrious farmers and cattle -dealers, and in a few years, in his prosperity, ceased to molest even his old enemy, Montrose. In the reign of George 11. Rob visited London, and even attracted the notice of the King. Finally, in 1734, in ths seventy-fourth year of his age, surrounded by his family, this renowned freebooter peacefully went to his rest. ' The skeleton of a man was found one day last week in a partially dried up pond in York township ‘ Benton county. The probabilities ' are that it had lain in the water “ since some time during the fall of 1 1865. There was a bullet hole and < an ax cut in the skull, which would show that he had been murdered and placed there by the hands of some person or persons unknown. t All efforts to discover his name ’ and residence have thus far prov--1 ed unavailing. From the remain# ' of clothing, etc., the following is probably a correct description of I the man prior to his death : He > was atyout six feet high, good frame number ten boot, from thirty to 1 forty years of age, teeth all sound r save the first molar on lower jaw 3 left side. His dress was blue felt . 1 overcoat, black cifssinet pants, white drilling under-clothes and r satin vest. With the skeleton were a pocket knife, two pieces of lead, 1 two combs and a calfskin money 1 belt. About two years ago a citizen of the neighborhood found ’ near the pond an axe, which just fits the wound in the skull, a set of ? wagon bows and cover, a small ’ kettle and a pair of boots. r Exchanges are requested to copy ** so that a clue to the mystery may t if possible be obtained. Dr. Kolb, 1 Coroner, Oxford, Indiana, has the » remains and articles in his posses--3 sion and will furnish any particur lars required.— lnd. Herald. The following rule which coun--1 terfeit greenbacks or national - bank notes may be detected, has lately been discovered, and which i upon thorough trial has proved > infalliable, will be of interest to 1 many of our readers. It is this: J Divide the last two figures of the - number of the bill by 4, and if 1 ret main, the letter on the genuine Will be A; if 2 remain it will be ■ B; if 3, C; should there be no rei mainder, the letter will be D. For example, a note is registered 2,- » 461; divide 61 by 4 and you have I 1 remaing. According to the rule the letter on the note will be A. r In case the rule fails, be certain i that the bill is counterfeit.

While a number of young men and boys were serenading a newly married couple, in summit township, Butler county, Pennsylvania, a brother of the bride looked out of the door to see who the parties were, when one of the young men shot at him in sport. The wadding, unfortunately, passed through his body, killing him almost instantly. The young man immediately delivered himself to the authorities, and disclaimed all intention of harm. The New York Herald says that “the unemployed and destitute in all our great cities are more numerous now than they have been in any months, in December, for thirty years.” And what is worse there is a general apprehension that they will be worse yet. This comes of the negro legislation of the radicals in Congress. A negro, of a hue several shades blacker than charcoal, entered a store in Hartford on Saturday last, and inquired for a “penny’s worth of injy ink. I’segwine to mark my name on my arm.” The Russian Government has made a contract with the Colt, a Firearm Company, of Hartford, Connecticut, for 30,000 Berdan rifles, the contract to be filled in eighteen months. The editor of the Covington Friend is a happy man. Another paper has been started in that burgh, and he now has some one to pitch into.