DESTINY.
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER I.
All the world knows that there is nothing on earth to be compared to a Highland Chief. He has his loch and his islands, his mountains and his castle, his piper and his tartan, his forests and his deer, his thousands of acres of untrodden heath, and his tens of thousands of black-faced sheep, and his bands of bonneted clansmen, with claymores and Gaelic, and hot blood and dirks.
All these, and more, had the Chief of Glenroy; for he had a family tree upon which all the birds of the air might have roosted. Doctor Johnson, to be sure, has said that there are no such things as family trees in the Highlands; but the Doctor's calumnies against trees of every description, or rather of no description, throughout Scotland, are too well known to require refutation.
Glenroy, therefore, had a tree; and as for his rent-roll, it was like a journey in a fairy tale, "longer, and longer, and longer than I can tell." However,
