"We Return No More."

Kaipara and Waitemata Echo, 4 September 1914, Page 2

"We Return No More."

In the little kirkyard near the entrance to the celebrated Braes 'of Balquhidder rest the ashes of the redoubtable Highland veteran, Rob Hoy. Just by the roofless and ruined fcirk, its still remaining walls clustered with ivy, and overshadowed by giant yews, three flat stone slabs, roughly sculptured, and surrounded by a protecting railing, mark the last resting-place of the I famous clansman. In the centre i lies "Rob" himself, with Helen, his wife, on his right, and two sons on his left.

Rob Hoy's end was thoroughly characteristic of the troubled life ho led. When he was on the poinr

of death it was whispered to him that an old enemy had called to Eec him. Instantly his eye lit up and, demanding that he should be propped up in bed, he called for hi? pistols, claymore, and dirk to be placed beside him, so that "no enemy should see MacGregor unarmed." Then having dismissed his visitor at the close of the inter-

\ iew, he ordered the pipes to play the air, "We return no more," and breathed his last with the plaintive strains ringing in his ear.