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) been unfurled. English vessels were cruising along the shore to cut off assistance from France; the (27 militia were guarding the fords and passes; but an old Highlander, Donald MacLeod, procured an eight-oared boat in which the Prince was rowed in a terrific storm over to Long Island. A shep- herd’s hut became his quarters, a sail his couch, and the ribs of an old cow his food. For some days he had to fly from island to island, occasionally with no water to drink, and seldom with any other food than dried herrings or crabs. On a remote island a whole month was passed in this manner, but his temper never failed him. He shared the same fatigue, the same accom- modation, and the same fare as his followers, saying that in misfortune all men were equal. The approach of the Hanoverian scouts then drove Prince Charles still farther away, and almost surrounded by the English, he had to part with all his friends, save one and a Highlander, in whose company he set out for the Isle of Skye. Here occurred an incident which led ultimately to his escape, and which added not a little to the romantic halo of those days. In more fortunate times he had danced at Holyrood with Miss Flora Macdonald, the daughter of a Scotch gentleman, who was serving in the King’s army. It may be that she had then conceived an attachment to the Prince; at any rate