ficer would excuse the delay he had occasioned, and wished him a good journey. By this bold exploit many chiefs saved their heads, and forfeiture of their estates.
The spirit of clanship, the dignity assumed by great chieftains, and the profound submission of their vassals, often produced the most iniquitous actions. Against such acts of violence, though overlooked by the government, Rob Roy M'Gregor manfully and openly drew his sword.
On the estate of Perth, a clansman of Rob Roy's occupied a farm on lease; but the factor took occasion to break it, and the tenant was ordered to remove. Rob, hearing the story, went to Drummond Castle. On his arrival the first person he met was Blairdrummond, the factor, whom he knocked down, without uttering a word, and walked on to the gate. Perth who saw this from a window, came out and gave him a cordial welcome—Perth, I want no show of hospitality; I insist only to get back the tack of which my namesake has been deprived; otherwise I will let loose my legions on your property.' Perth was obliged to comply. The lease was restored, and Rob sat down and breakfasted with the Earl.
