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Updated: June 19, 2025
They had seen Tonald dance before, but this was different, for it was not Tonald McKenzie alone who danced before them, but the incarnate spirit of the Highlands, the unconquerable, dauntless, lawless Highlands, with its purple hills and treacherous caverns that fling defiance at the world and fear not man nor devil.
As they let go of their partners' hands and went right and left, Peter made his grand dash into the circle, and when the turn of the tune came he was swinging his mother, his father had Tonald's partner, and Tonald was in the centre in the title roll of Tucker, executing some of the most intricate steps that had ever been seen outside of the Isle of Skye.
"And I am Tonald Campbell, piper's sister's son to his grace the great, grand Tuke of Argyle," thundered out the Heelandman, wi' a voice that was fearsome to hear. "And what about that?" quo' Mr. Weft, rather snappishly, as I thocht. "If ye were the great, grand Duke of Argyle himself, as ye ca' him, I'll no permit you to kick up a dust in my shop." "Ye scounrel," said Donald, seizing Mr.
Tonald finished with a leap as nimble as that with which a cat springs on its victim while the company watched spellbound. He slipped away into a corner and would dance no more that night. When twelve o'clock came, the dancing was over, and with the smell of coffee and the rattle of dishes in the kitchen it was not hard to persuade big John Kennedy to sing.
Here! wow! but it seems a fery frundly jack-fush that whatever." Amid much spluttering, Salamander was hauled out, and, regardless of his mishap, both he and Donald immediately joined the others in securing their prey. "It wass a grand haul, man, Tonald," said Dougall that night at supper. "Oo ay, Shames. It was no that paad," replied Donald.
"I'll agree with you there, Tonald, just to convince you that I don't always duffer," said the argumentative Highlander, rising to assist his not less argumentative friend.
It was a tight race for popularity between mother and Tonald in that set, and when the two stars met face to face in the "Balance all!" Tonald surpassed all former efforts. He cracked his heels together, he snapped his fingers; he threaded the needle; he wrung the dishcloth oh you should have seen Tonald! Then big John clapped his hands together, and the first figure was over.
"Well, sur, Tougall went on, an' sure enough the very next step down he went up to the neck " "No, Tonald," interrupted Dougall, "it wass not up to the neck; it wass only to the waist. The nixt after that it wass up to the neck, but then I wass soomin'." "Ye would hey bin soomin' yet, Shames, if I had not pulled ye oot," said his friend. "Oo ay, Tonald Pane. That iss true, but "
"I hope it's a coot w'an, Tonald, for the notions that usually git into it might stop there with advantage. They are not much to boast of." "You shall see. Just you keep talkin' out now an' then as if I wass beside you, an' don't, whativer ye do, fire into the bushes." "Ferry coot," answered Dougall.
By no means! The spirit of mischief was still strong upon him, and he crept into the bushes to meditate. "It wass an evil speerut, Shames," gasped Donald Bane, when he had nearly got rid of the egg. "Did you smell his preath?" "No, Tonald, it wass not. Spirits are not corporeal, and cannot handle eggs, much less cram them down a man's throat. It wass the egg you did smell."
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