"Wednesday, April 16th 1746." "This is the advance battalion of an English Government army of 9,000 men." "Their objective:" "Culloden Moor, four and a half miles southeast of the Highland town of Inverness." "Their purpose: the destruction of the Highland Jacobite army of rebellion, a tired, ill-administered force of less than 5,000 men who wait just beyond the top of this ridge." "Sir Thomas Sheridan, Jacobite military secretary." "Suffering advanced debility and loss of memory." "Former military engagement 56 years ago." "Sir John MacDonald, Jacobite captain of cavalry." "Aged, frequently intoxicated," ""described as " a man of the most limited capacities."" "John William O'Sullivan, Jacobite quartermaster general." ""Described as " an Irishman whose vanity is superseded only by his lack of wisdom."" "Prince Charles Edward Stuart, Jacobite commander in chief." "Former military experience:" "10 days at a siege at the age of 13." "You must understand, without putting too fine a point on it, that the army here is in a total shambles." "I've got half my company missing." "I just can't find them." "They've gone off somewhere to sleep." "Your Royal Highness, why exactly are Mr Sheridan, Sir John MacDonald and Mr O'Sullivan handling the administration of your army?" "Because I chose them." "I consider those gentlemen to be utterly trustworthy and competent." "The first thing my men will find when they do awake is the enemy on them, cutting their throats." "James MacDonald, taxman." "Senior officer in a ruthless clan system, who's brought with him on to the moor men whose land he controls." "Alistair McVurrich, subtenant of a taxman." "Owns one eighth of an acre of soggy ground and two cows." "Alan MacColl, subtenant of a subtenant." "Owns half-share in a small potato patch measuring 30 feet." "Angus MacDonald, servant of a subtenant." "He owns nothing." "Lowest in the clan structure, he is called a "cotter."" "This man is totally dependent on the men above him in the clan system." "They, in their tum, on the taxman." "They, in their tum, on this one man, the man who has brought them all onto the moor." "Alexander MacDonald, called, in Gaelic, MacDhomhnuill, chief of the MacDonald's of Keppoch." "The owner of all his tenants' land, the rem he has charged them is to fight with him as clan warriors whenever he decrees." "This is the system of the Highland clan: human rent." "I hold my land from MacCruachan, as my father did, by bringing him 20 fighting men from amongst my tenants." "These I have brought." "To this man, who is rent, today's battle is a matter of honour." "I fight today because it is an honour to be with my chief, MacDhomhnuill, and because my father fought beside his father." "To this man, who is rem, the battle is a matter of revenge." "I fight first for MacDhomhnuill, then for Charlie." "Then because the Campbells, who did steal my cows, are with the enemy." "I have also raised over 100 men from Rannoch." "Some were unwilling." "With these, I used force." "Alistair McVurrich, told by his taxman that if he did not fight he would have his cattle taken and his roof burnt." "This is the system of the clan," "a system that has brought on to the moor over 4,000 men, men from Argyll and Inverness, from Moidart, Appin and the isles," "Catholics, Episcopalians, Presbyterians, the MacDonalds, the MacLeans, the Chisholms, the Camerons, the Farquharsons, the Frasers, men of 14 major Highland clans." "Men like this." "Donald Cameron of Loch Eil, chief of the powerful clan Cameron, fearing for the survival of the ancient and ruthless society to which he belongs." "Because he is here on the moor, most of the other chiefs are here." "Because he is here, Keppoch is here." "Because I feel that the Act of Union with England is a betrayal." "Because Prince Charles is a Catholic and I am a Catholic." "And the king in London is a Protestant." "Because Charles is part Scot and I am a Scot." "And the king in London is a German." "Prince Charles Edward Stuart, the centre of all these men's hopes, himself half-Polish." "Age 25 and four months, son of the exiled James the Pretender, he landed in Scotland nine months ago, raised the clan army on a Highland surge of nationalism, marched to Derby and came within an ace of toppling the Hanoverian dynasty" "and regaining the throne for his father." "Though since forced to retreat back into the Highlands and despite all evidence to the contrary," "Charles remains supremely confident both of victory and his welcome by the English people." "King George ll is both a usurper and a tyrant." "He's kept my father's crown by enslaving all the people of this island." "He's deemed unpopular and I know that once victory is mine the people of England will welcome me." "Lord George Murray, age 51." "Lieutenant General in the clan army." "As their commanding officer, this man forged the undisciplined Highlanders into an army that not only almost reached London but that also twice reduced superior English forces into a panic-stricken rout, first at Prestonpans, then at Falkirk." "Blunt, imperious, this man has bitterly quarreled with Charles over the chaos in the army administration and over the choice of this battlefield, chosen by John William O'Sullivan." "Flat, treeless, devoid of shelter, ideal for the employment by the British army of its cannon and cavalry." "And from behind the shelter of these walls, which O'Sullivan has refused to pull down," "Lord George Murray also fears both crossfire and outflanking." "Mr O'Sullivan, in view of what Lord George feels about the battlefield, have you inspected the ground yourself?" " No, I have not." " Why not?" "Because I don't deem it necessary." "It is a large, plain moor and, as such, it's a fair field for the enemy horse and cannon against which the Highlanders will be defenceless." "I have informed His Royal Highness that it is a good field which I believe it to be." "I have told the Prince I do not like it." "Your Highness, why are you fighting today, when the ground here has been criticized by some of your officers?" "Because God is on our side and I am convinced that my duty to my people lies in fighting today." "It's my opinion that the choice of the field for us is suicidal." "9,000 men, 16 battalions of infantry, 12 squadrons of cavalry," "8 companies of militia, 220,000 rounds of musket ammunition," "10 three-pounder battalion cannons, 800 three-pound cannonballs," "500 bags of cannon grapeshot." "This man's name is Fraser." "A deserter from the Government army, he still wears its uniform but now stands in the ranks of the Prince's army, amongst the men of his own clan and name." "He knows that, if he is captured as a deserter, he will be immediately court-martialled to a sentence of death by throttling." "These are the Wild Geese, 150 exiled Irishmen sewing in the army of His Most Christian Majesty," "Louis XV of France, the most powerful ally of the Stuart cause." "Brigadier General Walter Stapleton, commander, Irish pickets of the French army." "Yes, we're here because Prince Charles is a Catholic." "It will be a fine thing for all Catholics when Charlie's on the throne and German George is off it." "If we had a Catholic king on the throne in this country, then we could get back to living in our own." "You must remember that your Protestant king in London is passing penal laws against the Catholics in Ireland." "I'm from County Tipperary." "Now I've got to live in Boulogne." "You won't find a Catholic Irishman with much cause to love George ll." "William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, third son of King George ll." "Age 25 and one day." "Commander in chief of the Government army in Scotland." "Salary £15,000 per year." "Alexander Laing, private." "Salary sixpence a day." "Patrick McColman, three days ago a sergeant, two days ago 800 lashes for looting, today a private." "John Mallaby, private." "Pressed into service." "William Roach, private." "Two years of his pay would not buy even the wig and hat of the officer marching in from of him." "Joshua Ward, lieutenant, British army, a fraternity where the least pretension to learning, to piety or to common morals would endanger the owner to be cashiered." "I will now pass... in the middle of the second line." "Your Highness." "Give me a battery in the centre of the front line." "Alexander Laing carries a .753 musket, firing a ball of one ounce and a third weight an effective distance of 60 paces." "He carries sufficient ball, paper and black powder for 24 cartridges." "He carries at his hip a brass-hiked sword and a bayonet with 18 inches of ﬂuted steel." "Alistair McVurrich carries in his right hand an outdated dragoon pistol for which he has no further ammunition." "What's the gun you're sewing?" "It's a three-pounder." "Right now, it's downright useless." "Why's that?" "We've only got 4 lb ammunition for it." "I tell you, it's chaos." "Half the ammunition's with the food." "That's still back in Inverness." "I haven't eaten for..." "I don't know how long." "Ah, well now... that really is not my responsibility." "But, Mr O'Sullivan, you are the quartermaster general and, as such, surely you're responsible for the distribution of food." "In normal circumstances, yes but now, as I am much pressed by other affairs," "I have given that responsibility to someone else." "When was the last time you ate?" "Two days ago." "The day before yesterday." "This morning he killed a pig but wasn't allowed time to eat it." "I can't remember." "Andrew Henderson, Whig historian, biographer of Cumberland, eyewitness of the Battle of Culloden." "The time is 12:15." "Now this wall, behind which we're sheltering, is at approximately right angles to the rebel lines." "I've drawn a rough sketch map here." "The rebel lines are here." "We are here." "And the Duke of Cumberland's army is here." "9,000 men in 16 infantry battalions three of which are themselves Scot, a total of 1,300 regular soldiers from the Lowlands, plus, in reserve, the volunteer militias of Stirling, Edinburgh, Dumfries and Glasgow, a further 8,000 men." "Charles Edward Stuart, regent claimant to the thrones of England and Scotland, has more Scots-in-arms against him than for him." "And, ranged against him in the Highlands, he has the Whig clans siding with the Government, the Munros, the Rosses, the MacKenzies, the McLeods of Skye, the Sutherlands, and here on the moor, the Campbells of the Argyll militia." "Here to fight Charles and his rebellion, here to take clan revenge," "Angus Ian Campbell, wife murdered by the MacDonalds." "Alistair MacDonald, brother killed by Campbells in a cattle raid." "For him, loyalties to Charlie mean little." "For him, today's battle is a clan battle." "The swords those bastards use can cut a man in half." "Well, I reckon we'll have them this time." " Why do you say that?" " We've got a new bayonet drill, see." "You don't poke at the man in front of you." "You poke at the man coming at your chum on the right." "That means, as he's lifting his sword arm, you get him underneath, like." "What do you think about the rebels?" "Well..." "I ain't taken me clothes off for six weeks." "I reckon till we lay them bastards out I won't, neither." "I'll tell you one thing." "I know a lot of the boys make fun of our Billy Cumberland but I reckon he's all right." "He's a tough bastard but at least he feeds you which is more than some of them do." "I've heard said the rebels want to cut him as small as herbs for the pot." "Well..." "I don't reckon that." "They're a lot of friggin' savages." "Donald Gram, a farmer, forced a month ago into the Highland army, twice has deserted back to farm and family, twice has been captured and forced to return." "Euan MacDonald, farmer, forced into the Highland army the day before yesterday." "With him his son, John Angus MacDonald, the day before yesterday a ploughboy, today a rebel in arms." "His age, 13." "I can't just make out what's happening in the rebel lines." "There's much confusion of movement." "Large numbers of men are moving about, changing their position... and there are large gaps in the centre." "It seems to me as though the entire line is completely askew." "Why is this?" "We are all MacDonalds and, as such, we are entitled to stand on the right in the line of battle." "This is an ancient MacDonald privilege and yet Mr O'Sullivan has thought fit to place Lord George Murray's men in that position." "The main reason is that yesterday the Prince had an idea for a surprise march by night on the camp of Cumberland." "This we attempted." "It failed." "But it meant that we were all up marching the entire night." "Consequently, the men are exhausted and are still stumbling into their positions." "What effect has this had on your men?" "Look at them." "When did you last sleep?" "As far as I am concerned, we are now putting an end to a bad affair." "The Scots are fair fighters until a crisis is reached and it's my opinion we've now reached that crisis." "With all these things amiss in our army, it would have been better had the Prince made some plan for retreat." "Bu!" "Charles has made no plans for retreat." "He says that only those who are afraid can doubt his coming victory." "He puts from his mind the discontent of the MacDonalds, the fatigue and hunger of his men, the total outnumbering of his army, the thinning of ranks by desertion, the ill choice of battlefield, convinced as he is of the invincibility of his men." "God is on our side." "Our cause is just and we will triumph this day." "The soldiers in the Elector's army know me to be their lawful Prince." "And so I'm convinced they'll break in panic, for they will never dare fight me." "Battalion, fix your bayonets." "Fix." "This man's name is Chisholm, James Chisholm." "A private in the Government army, he is also a Highland Scot." "This man's name too is Chisholm, Roderick Og Chisholm." "Fifth son of the clan chief, he stands before his men in the Prince's army." "The Chisholm 500 yards away is this man's brother." "Charles Edward Stuart's war is a civil war." "They've started." "The rebel cannon have opened fire." "The cannon have opened from the rebels' centre and they're over-elevated." "Fire!" "Batteries... from open sights... at will... fire!" "Pull!" "Fire!" "Fire!" "That's the Duke of Cumberland's cannons." "Cannonades all around me!" "I'm going to have to shout to make myself heard!" "The smoke is beginning to thicken." "It's going to be very difficult to see what effect our cannon is having on the rebel lines." "A cast-iron ball of three pounds' weight, fired from open sights." "This is roundshot." "This is what it does." "Pull!" "Alistair McInnes, age 20." "Right leg severed below knee joint." "Malcolm Angus Chisholm, age 24." "Disembowelled." "Ian MacDonald, age 13." "Shot." "1:12." "Dazed, indecisive, Charles has moved to behind the right ﬂank of the Jacobite lines and is now unable to see what is happening to his army." "Ordered by O'Sullivan to stand in the ranks six-deep, the men on the Highland right make a clear and tight-packed target for the English gunners." "Pull!" "The rebels' artillery have stopped firing altogether and, before they did, we counted..." "How many?" "We counted 15 to 20 shots fired by our artillery for every one fired by the rebels." "1:17." "The second result of O'Sullivan's administration." "The Prince's artillery, iii-fed by a sporadic ammunition supply, ill-served by untrained amateurs, ceases fire." "Pull!" "Have you had orders to attack, sir?" " No, I've had none!" " Well, why not?" "The Prince hasn't given any!" "If he doesn't give them soon, he'll lose the entire army!" "We're being shelled to pieces!" "Pull!" "Reload!" "Pull!" "Reload!" " What's the Prince doing?" " I don't know!" "Nobody knows what he's doing!" "1:22." "Prince Charles Stuart, paralyzed with indecision, still has given no order, either to advance or to retreat." "1:22." "Clan Cameron, 200 men, shot to pieces." "Clan Stewart, 180 men, shot to pieces." "This is fantastic!" "If this keeps up much longer, our gunners will have finished the whole affair." "The cannonade..." "The cannonade has given our men infinite spirits." "Clan Chisholm casualties, 47 killed or maimed." "This is incredible!" "Those men have been standing there for 22 minutes!" "They're just lining the ranks!" "The rebels are being literally blown apart!" "Why are they standing there?" "Why in God's name don't they run?" "1:30." "Still no order to advance." "Clan army casualties, 700 dead or maimed." "Charles Stuart hopes that by not advancing he will tempt the Government army out of its battle lines to attack him." "1:32 pm." "Cumberland orders a move but not the one his cousin is expecting." "I want Wolfe's battalion to advance inside on the left!" "Your Highness!" "At 1:32, Cumberland places a battalion behind one of the walls O'Sullivan has refused to pull down, to fire into the side of the clan army when it charges the Government front." "This is the crossfire O'Sullivan said would never happen." "Oh, yes, yes..." "Units of the Argyll..." "the Campbell-Argyll militia, yes?" "And there are squadrons of dragoons with them." "Yes, it's obvious that His Royal Highness has decided to have units of the Campbell-Argyll militia and some squadrons of dragoons to go down behind the south side of this wall, out of sight of the enemy," "to take them in the rear and outflank the rebels." "Thus, also at 1:32 pm, begins the outﬂanking movement that O'Sullivan said would never happen." "29 minutes too late, Charles Stuart orders an advance along the entire from of the Jacobite army." "And you make the right side advance!" "Bu!" "The message fails to reach the right wing." "Casualties, 850." "Have you still had no orders to attack?" "No!" "I've had no orders!" "I had a message from Mr O'Sullivan, which, as ever, I failed to comprehend!" " The line's broken up!" " What?" "They're charging, they're coming straight at us!" "Sir, the right has broken forward!" "The walls will hold them." " They're going straight!" " Get down behing the wall there!" "After 28 minutes of cannonfire!" "What sort of men are these?" " Right!" "Change from ball to grape." " Change from ball to grape!" "A cylindrical canvas bag eight inches in length, packed with musketballs and pieces of jagged iron." "This is grapeshot." "This is what it does." "Pull!" "Pull!" "It must be the grape!" "The centre has collided with the right." "There's great confusion, bodies flying!" "They must be going to receive fire from our centre battalions!" "Charge!" "Charge!" "Fire!" "Bastards!" "God, they're almost upon us!" "They're firing from this side and from this side." "They're been cut to pieces!" "It must be chaos behind those walls!" "Chaos!" "Barrell's!" "Towards this one regiment, Barrell's Fourth of Foot, heads the entire right of the clan army," "800 men in a solid clump, running with a collision speed of over 12 miles an hour." "Alternate... firing!" "Battalion, take care." "Fall in by rank." "Take aim!" "Rear rank, present!" "Rear rank, fire!" "Fire!" "Front rank, take aim!" "Front rank, fire!" "Rear rank, present." "Fire!" "Centre rank, present." "Front rank, present." "Remember, Barrell's, off to the right!" "They've broken through Barrell's!" "General Huske, advance Bligh's and Semphill's, support on the left." "Your Highness." "1:57 and the Duke of Cumberland sees the men of his second line, placed there for just such an emergency, fire with crippling effect into the Highlanders who broke through the from line." "1:57." "Charles Stuart, who has made no battle plan at all, sees, on the right wing, his men run from this concentrated musketfire and sees, on his left wing, the MacDonalds, tired, hungry," "rebellious at not being given their rightful battle position by O'Sullivan, hold back from charging the royal army right." "Instead, they stand and taunt, trying to tempt the royal army lines forward in disorder." "Battalion Pulteney's, make ready!" "They're stopping to pick up stones!" "Shoot!" "1:58." "The MacDonalds, dismayed at the sight of the advancing cavalry, themselves draw back." "Keppoch, one of their leaders, runs forward with other clan officers to encourage them and is shot through twice by musketball." "About him, his men tum and run." "Time 1:59 pm." "The rout of the Highland army begins." "Christ, they're running." "They're leaving the field except for two small units, the French and the Irish." "Let them through." "Stand your ground." "Guard, forward!" "Oh, Jesus!" "Front rank, present." "Fire!" "Re-form!" "Re-form!" "Stand and aim!" "Fire!" "Walter Stapleton, commander, Irish pickets, cut down with 100 of his men as the Scots about them run." "Where are you going, you?" "Charles Stuart tries to rally his men." ""Pray stand with me, your Prince," he cries." ""Pray stand with me but a moment, otherwise you ruin me," ""your country and yourselves and God forgive you.""." "But it is too late." "At one minute past two in the afternoon, his cause in ruins," "Charles Edward Stuart is led from the battlefield by the man most responsible for his defeat." "As Charles leaves, a senior clan officer screams after him," ""Run, you cowardly Italian."" " Mr Fossett." " Your Highness?" " You will order a general ceasefire." " Your Highness." "Of the 9,000 men of the royal army who advanced this morning from Naim with Private Laing, an estimated 50 are dead." "Bu!" "For every one corpse in the royal army there are 24 in the clan army." "Piled in layers, dead or dying, are 1,200 men... including the brother of Private James Chisholm." "There was scarce a soldier or officer of Barrell's Fourth of Foot who did not kill one or two men each with their bayonets or spontoons." "Not a bayonet but was bent and stained with blood to the muzzles of their muskets." "All witnesses agreed that, if grapeshot were the king of battles, the bayonet was now the queen of weapons." ""It is mine and everybody': opinion," boasts a trooper," ""that no history can brag of so singular a victory."" "How do you feel?" "Don't feel nothing, really." "I feel all right!" "Well, now it's over." "Battalion, take care!" "Halt!" "2:14pm." "The battalions of Cumberland halt at the lines held by the rebels one hour and eight minutes ago." "Battalion, shoulder your firelocks!" "Three cheers for His Royal Highness!" " Hip, hip!" " Hurrah!" "Thus has ended the last battle to be fought in Britain and the last armed attempt to overthrow its king." "The Establishment has been saved, peace restored," "Church, Crown, trade and commerce safeguarded." "Thus the Duke of Cumberland won his only victory and Charles suffered his only defeat." "His advisers are shortly to urge his instructions for reassembly." ""He is to reply, " Do as you wish." "Only, for God's sake, let us go."" "Charles Edward Stuart, his cause now in ruins, has given one order too many." "Charles pitted these men against the modem musket and bayonet, against cavalry and cannon." "Thus, in one hour, eight minutes, he has reduced the ﬂower of the Highland clans to twitching, limbless corpses." "2:30 pm and His Royal Highness, the Duke of Cumberland, orders rum and brandy, cheese and biscuits for his "brave boys."" "For the wounded and dying clansmen on the moor, there is to be different treatment." "All over the battlefield, whilst the Duke of Cumberland eats his lunch, any clansmen seen to be still alive is either slit in the throat, pistolled through the head or bayonetted and trampled on until, in the words of an eyewitness," ""the moor was covered with blood"" ""and our British soldiers looked less like Christian men"" ""than so many butchers."" "What about some grub?" "This rebel host has been most deeply indebted to the public for all the rapine, murder and cruelty and our men are heartily determined to give them receipt in full." "Cut him!" "Cut him, you bastard!" "Take him to the shoulder!" "I'm letting my regiments of horse loose after the battle in order they may have some sweets with all their fatigue." "Thus nearly 100 people are to be butchered or maimed on the road to Inverness." "Butchered whether or not they took any part in the battle." "They took my baby." "He's only two weeks old." "And one of them whirled him around by his leg... and threw him on to the ground." "This is Jean Clark, aged 28." "Cut about the face and body by sabres, she was left lying for dead on the road to Inverness." "The soldiers came in and caught him, and Daddy too but I got away through a hole in the wall." " How old was your brother?" " Lachlan was nine." "I don't..." "I don't know where he and Daddy are now." "Come on, you!" "4 pm." "Inverness." "James Rae: trooper, Kingston's Light Horse, the first man of Cumberland': army to enter the Highland capital, the first man to show its inhabitants what is to be expected from an Englishman protecting his liberty and his Protestant religion." "There was these two men, shouting and screaming." "And then he came out and there was blood on his hands." "These troopers from the Duke of Kingston's Light Horse Regiment are later to be commended by Cumberland for their "zeal in the pursuit."" "Each of them comes from Nottingham." "Each of them by trade is a butcher." "James Rae himself, who, like the other troopers of Kingston's Light Horse, played his pan in the battle when it was over, is later to return to Nottingham, where his regimental colours are to be laid to rest" "with great pomp and ceremony." ""To the perpetual fame and immortal memory" ""of the Duke of Kingston's Light Horse," ""where, amongst others, on the 16th day of April 1746," ""they performed many and glorious exploits" ""in routing and entirely subduing the perfidious rebels.""." ""Long may the county of Nottingham ﬂourish."" ""God save our ever august King."" "April 16th. 10:30 pm." "Inverness." "For William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, third son of King George ll, an evening of immense satisfaction and triumph." "At the age of 25, he has saved his father's kingdom and redeemed the reputation of the British army." "At his table, older officers drink his toast and declare him to be one of the greatest English captains since Marlborough." "His cousin Charles, until today the heroic leader of an armed rebellion, is now a fugitive in the heather." "If further proof were needed of this young man's prowess, it is here, unheeded by him, four and a half miles away." "This is Lachlan MacDonald of Lochaber, right leg severed below the knee joint." "He's been lying on the moor untended for 13 hours." "For most of the time, it has been raining." "This is Mrs Anne Hossack of Inverness." "Somewhere on the moor, amidst 1,200 dead and dying, is her husband." "I don't know... where he is." "For Alexander Laing, private, Barrell's Fourth Regiment of Foot, this evening is also one of immense satisfaction." "His regiment has acquitted itself with honour on the field of battle." "He himself has despatched three of the rebels and, above all, he himself has escaped death and maiming." "Lucky bastard!" "Battalion will take care while the casualty lists are read." "It's all right for you, my lord!" "This is Mrs Anne Walker, wife of Private Andrew Walker, who was wounded in the ranks of Barrell's and taken to the surgeons' lines." "This woman, also, has no idea whether her husband is alive or dead." "It is given out this morning of Thursday 17th April that the following officers and other ranks of Major General William Barrell's Regiment of Foot were either killed or have since died from wounds resulting from the glorious victory inflicted yesterday over the rebel army." "Killed:" "Captain Lord Robert Kerr." "Other ranks:" "Sergeant Pullman," "Privates Baker, Barstow, Dyke, Finch, Lowell," "Lawson, Meecham, Napper, Osbourne," "Smart, Williamson." "Wounded and since died in the surgeons' lines:" "Corporal Lockhart," "Privates Davis, Pollock and Walker." "Battalion, take care." "Battalion will dismiss, save for the duty picket." "Battalion, dismiss." "You treated Private Walker a short while ago, Doctor?" "Yes..." "Yes, I did." "What did he die of?" "This one?" "He died of shock, if I remember correctly." "Why was that?" "He was an amputee." "I had to take his arm off." "Do you know what..." "what is our young Billy's pleasure because we fought with such gallantry?" "His Royal Highness thanks all ye officers and men for their gallant behaviour." "Get out of it!" "Leave off!" "His Royal Highness releases all ye military prisoners who were this day in custody of the provost." " Have you heard about the wounded?" " Well, yeh, some talk about it." "They're gonna pay 12 guineas out of the Duke's own purse for all those wounded in the battle." "For Lachlan MacDonald, who's been now lying on the moor two days with a severed right leg, there'll be no 12 guineas." "Orders for Friday 18th April 1746." ""A captain and 40 foot to march directly"" ""and visit all the cottages"" ""in the neighbourhood of the field of battle."" ""The officers and men will take notice"" ""that the public order of the rebels on the day of battle"" ""was to give us no quarter."" "Line up the bodies, men." "Come on, quick as you can." "There's another one over there." "The public orders of the rebels to give no mercy to the royal army do not exist in any other form than a crude forgery alleged to have been found on the field of battle." "All right, lad." "We're only taking you to hospital." "Bu!" "Whether he knows this public order is a forgery or not," "Cumberland makes it his excuse to authorize what now happens." "Battalion, present your firelock... at the man in front of you." "Fire!" "The officer in charge of this execution squad is himself a Scotsman." "Captain Scott, are many of the rebels being killed in this fashion?" "As many as we can find." "I don't know how many men have been killed in this fashion." "I fear to think." "But just this morning I heard a Campbell officer saying that, in just one area, he himself saw 72 wounded rebels shot or clubbed on the head." "Yes, I saw what was done." "Did you agree with it?" "No, of course I didn't." "I will always thank God that I had nothing to do with the black work." "You must try to remember that this is a most difficult problem." "I have talked much with officers from Lowland Scots regiments and they undoubtedly feel that these Highlanders are threatening their culture, their Protestant religion." "They're threatening to disrupt their peace and their commerce." "There's a great feeling of insecurity in the Lowlands." "These people still remember the Highland host." "They still remember the years of cattle thieves and murder, men coming down at night from the hills and extorting blackmail under pain of being robbed." "You see, the Highlander talks a different language." "He wears different clothes... and he undoubtedly has some uncouth and barbaric practices." "For all these reasons," "I think you'll find most Lowlanders hold the man from this part of the country in contempt and hatred." "Much more so even than the English do." "Why is your army treating the prisoners and the wounded like this?" "Of yourself, it's been said you're keeping the prisoners in Inverness without warmth, food and water." "And that you're even withholding medical dressings from them." "Surely this is against all bounds of humanity." "Look, I think the point somewhat eludes you." "These men are rebels and barbarians and as such are to be rated as cattle and treated as cattle." "Get that thing back out the way, please." "For three days and nights since the battle, these men, many of them stripped of their clothes, many of them dying from gaping wounds, have been lying in cold attics and clamp cellars, awaiting removal to the prison ships anchored in the firth." "The British army authorities have withheld from them even medical dressings, thus hoping to solve the acute lack of prison space by ensuring the mortality rate remains high." "They get no food, no light, no medical dressing." "Get their headgear while you're about it." "The belt here, too." "The smell in here is terrible." "This man next to me..." "I think he's dead." "The way they are treating us, you'd think we were just animals." "Robert MacLean, salmon fisher." "To be tried without defence at an English trial, of which he is able to understand not a word spoken." "His sentence, execution at York by being hanged, drawn and quartered." "Check these shackles while you're about it." "Ranald MacDonald, farmer." "To wait in prison 14 months for a trial." "Then sentenced at Brampton to be pulled through its streets on a sled and hanged, drawn and quartered." "Charles Edward Stuart, believing the Scots to have betrayed him, refuses to listen to last-minute pleas to stay and fight in the mountains." "Curtly and without a word of thanks he dismisses the Highland army." "In his saddlebags the last of the Jacobite funds, which he has now decided to keep for himself, his need, he estimates, being greater." "Alistair John Stewart, to lie 10 days in prison, untended, with a broken leg." "To die on the 11th day of gangrene." "John William O'Sullivan, soon to be safely in Rome." "To tell King James of the good part he has played in the rising and to promptly receive first a knighthood and then a baronetcy." "Alexander Sutherland, never brought to trial." "Disposal unknown." "Lord George Murray, who to the end blamed Prince Charles and his Irish administration for the defeat at Culloden, is soon to leave Scotland forever, forced to seek exile in Europe." "Prince Charles refuses to see him again and never forgives him, blaming his opposition to his administration for the downfall of the Stuart cause." "Bad day for us all, this." "Lord George Murray, estimated by some as one of the most brilliant generals of the 18th century, who, if left to his own counsel, could perhaps have turned Culloden into a victory." "Keep in step, now!" "May 23rd." "The British army moves to Fort Augustus in the Great Glen." "From here, the centre link in a chain of forts and garrisons stretching from Inverness in the east to Tobermory in the west, from Bernera in the north to Dumbarton in the south, the Duke of Cumberland mounts what he terms," ""the pacification of the Highlands."" "Patrol of Bligh's, you will proceed on police action to Lochaber, with sufficient rations for two days." "All right, lads." "Fall out and pick up your firelocks." "Move it!" "Lord Sackville, what is the function of these patrols." "Their function is to march deep into the glens occupied by the rebels and their families and there, by vigorous police action, ensure that never again will these people disturb the peace of our land." "May 30th." "A military patrol under Lord George Sackville strikes deep into a corrie in Lochaber, searching for fugitive rebel families." "This is one of them, sheltering from the rain 1,500 feet up the side of a hill face." "Andrew McEachan, aged 25, who stood at Culloden, and who now, because of the patrols, has to hide in the hills like an animal." "This is his wife, child and a friend called Mrs MacInnis." "They have each been out in the open for the past eight days." "This girl is suffering from severe ﬂux as a result of damp clothes." "The last meal this baby ate was a small fish caught yesterday and shared between the children." "This little girl, forced to leave her home suddenly, has only a thin dress, a damp shawl and no shoes." "At approximately 12 noon, May 30th, the family is sighted by the patrol." "This is what happens." "Right, then!" "NO!" "No!" "I dunno." "All these officers keep telling us these people up here are a load of savages, but..." "I dunno, they looked like ordinary women and children up there to me." "I didn't like it, what We did." "I didn't like it at all." "Look, let me tell you something." "I had a mate at Falkirk." "He had his head split open." "Like that." "So don't try and make me go all weeping, like, over what happens to these bastards." "Eh?" "Just don't try it!" "Well satisfied with the result of his military occupation," "Cumberland is to leave Scotland on July 18th." "He leaves behind him, to finish the destruction of the rebel clans, not only an immense concentration of English and Lowland troops, not only the zealous help of all the Whig clans, but even the help of the chief of a rebel clan, Ludovick Grant," "son of the Gram clan chief, who has hastily reorganized his loyalties and just delivered 82 of his own rebel clansmen to Cumberland for transportation to the Barbados, as proof of his unswerving allegiance to the Crown." "Cumberland himself is to receive from London a tumultuous welcome." "From the Government, a raise in salary of £25,000." "From George Frederick Handel a choral work, See The Conquering Hero Comes." "From the public, his name for a ﬂower, Sweet William." "From the Scots, his name for a weed, Stinking Billy." "Month after month, the British army patrols scour every hill range and glen of northern Scotland in an attempt, as Cumberland puts it," ""to wear down this generation until there be peace in the land.""." "The patrols leave behind them a trail of brutality and suffering that is to earn for their commander undying loathing and the epithet Cumberland the Butcher." "These three of his officers have already burnt, smashed, raped, looted and bayonetted their way from Glenurquhart to Moidart, committing, in the name of pacification, the worst atrocities in the history of the British army." "Captain Caroline Frederick Scott, Lowlander." "I agree with the senior staff officer, who has proposed that £5 be paid for the head of every rebel brought to Fort Augustus." "Major Iain Lockhart, Lowlander." "Those found in arms are ordered to be immediately put to death and the houses of those who abscond are plundered and burned, their cattle drove, their ploughs and other tackle destroyed." "Lord George Sackville, Englishman, third son of the Duke of Dorset." "We have detachments in all parts of the Highlands." "The people are deservedly in a most deplorable way and must perish, either by famine or by the sword." "A just reward for traitors." "We hang or shoot everyone that is known to conceal the Pretender, burn their houses, take their cattle." "The Pretender, Charles Edward Stuart, object of the largest single manhunt in British history, now disguised as an ordinary clansman, much addicted to the little bottle he carries in his hip pocket, suffering from dysentery," "is to spend the next five months scrambling amidst the rocks and hills of the Western Highlands, sheltered by its people, who remain loyal to him and never betray him, until, in September, he takes a ship for France and security," "leaving behind him nothing, nothing but a legend," ""Bonnie Prince Charlie."" "My bonnie moorhen My bonnie moorhen." "Up in the grey hill Down in the glen." "Charles Edward Stuart, the "bonnie moorhen, "" "is to walk out of the lives of the people he has led into so much suffering with scarcely a backward look in their direction." "The year of the Prince had ended but for the English Government, this was just the beginning." "Systematically and with clue parliamentary legislation, they proceeded to eliminate all the things that made this man unique and that gave him the strength they so feared." "They penalized the wearing of his Highland dress, penalized the weaving of his Highland tartan, penalized the worshipping at his Church, penalized the carrying of his weapons, penalized the playing of his music." "They removed the authority of his chief and, in one blow, smashed forever the system of his clan." "They then encouraged his chief to lose interest in him, to evict him and to replace him by the more profitable sheep." "Thus they reduced him to a homeless, unwanted oddity and finally forced him, in his hundreds of thousands, to leave the land of his birth for the canning industries of the North, for the disease-ridden slums of the South," "for the lumber camps of Canada and the stockyards of Australia." "And wherever he went, he took with him his music, his poetry, his language and his children." ""On an April morning." ""I no longer hear birdsongs" ""or the lowing of cattle on the moor." ""I hear the noise of sheep and the English language," ""dogs barking and frightening the deer.""." "Thus, within a century from Culloden, the English and the Scottish Lowlanders had made secure forever their religion, their commerce, their culture, their ruling dynasty and, in so doing, had destroyed a race of people." "They have created a desert and have called it "peace.""