"Campbell, remembering his oath, professed to have no
knowledge of the fugitive; and the men went on their way.

"The laird, in great agitation, lay down to rest in a
large dark room, when at length he fell asleep. Waking
suddenly in bewilderment and terror, he saw the ghost of
the murdered Donald standing by his bedside, and heard a
hollow voice pronounce the words: '_Inverawe! Inverawe!
blood has been shed. Shield not the murderer!_'

"In the morning, Campbell went to the hiding-place of the
guilty man, and told him that he could harbour him no
longer. 'You have sworn on your dirk!' he replied; and
the laird of Inverawe, greatly perplexed and troubled,
made a compromise between conflicting duties, promised
not to betray his guest, led him to the neighbouring
mountain, and hid him in a cave.

"In the next night, as he lay tossing in feverish
slumbers, the same stern voice awoke him, the ghost of
his cousin Donald stood again at his bedside, and again
he heard the same appalling words: '_Inverawe! Inverawe!
blood has been shed. Shield not the murderer!_' At the
break of day he hastened, in strange agitation, to the
cave; but it was empty, the stranger was gone. At night,
as he strove in vain to sleep, the vision appeared once
more, ghastly pale, but less stern of aspect than before.
'_Farewell, Inverawe!_' it said; '_farewell, till we meet
at Ticonderoga!_'[28]

"The strange man dwelt in Campbell's memory. He had
joined the Black Watch, or Forty-Second Regiment, then
employed in keeping order in the turbulent Highlands. In
time he became its major; and a year or two after the war
broke out he went with it to America. Here, to his
horror, he learned that it was ordered to the attack of
Ticonderoga. His story was well known among his brother
officers. They combined among themselves to disarm his
fears; and when they reached the fatal spot they told him
on the eve of the battle, 'This is not Ticonderoga; we
are not there yet; this is Fort George,' But in the
morning he came to them with haggard looks. 'I have seen
him! You have deceived me! He came to my tent last night!
This is Ticonderoga! I shall die to-day!'

"And his prediction was fulfilled."[29]

[Footnote 28: Ticonderoga, the Indian name for the fort of Carillon.]

[Footnote 29: Parkman, _Montcalm and Wolfe_, vol. ii., Appendix.]