The Flight of the Heron: In all Lochaber - perhaps in all the Western Highlands - there was no more bored or disgusted man this sixteenth of August that Captain Keith Windham of the Royal Scots, as he rode down the Great Glen with a newly-raised company of recruits from Perth; and no more nervous or unhappy men than the recruits themselves. The Gleam in the North: 'And then,' said the childish voice, 'the clans charged...but I expect you do not know what that means, Keithie; it means that they ran very fast against the English, waving their broadswords, and all with their dirks in their left hands under the targe; and they were so fierce and brave that they broke through the line of English soldiers which were in front, and if there had not been so many more English, and they well-fed - but we were very hungry and had marched all night...' The Dark Mile: 'If the moon looks through the roof she will see us all in bed!' a little boy has gleefully announced this evening, sitting up suddenly in that retreat.