" But in the morning he came to
them with haggard looks. "I have seen him! You have deceived
me! He came to my tent last night! This is Ticonderoga! I shall
die to-day!" and his prediction was fulfilled.
Such is the tradition. The indisputable facts are that Major
Duncan Campbell of Inverawe, his arm shattered by a bullet,
was carried to Fort Edward, where, after amputation, he died and
was buried. (_Abercromby to Pitt_,19 _August_, 1758.) The stone
that marks his grave may still be seen, with this inscription: _"Here
lyes the Body of Duncan Campbell of Inverawe, Esq, Major to
the old Highland Regiment, aged 55 Years, who died on the 17th
July, 1758, of the Wounds he received in the Attack of the Retrenchment
of Ticonderoga or Carrillon, on the 8th July, 1758."_
His son, Lieutenant Alexander Campbell, was severely wounded
at the same time, but reached Scotland alive, and died in Glasgow.
Mr. Campbell, the present Inverawe, in the letter mentioned
above, says that forty-five years ago he knew an old man whose
grandfather was foster-brother to the slain major of the forty-second,
and who told him the following story while carrying a salmon for him
to an inn near Inverawe. The old man's grandfather was sleeping with his
son, then a lad, in the same room, but in another bed. This son,
father of the narrator, "was awakened," to borrow the words of
Mr. Campbell, "by some unaccustomed sound, and behold there was a
bright light in the room, and he saw a figure, in full Highland
regimentals, cross over the room and stoop down over his father's
bed and give him a kiss.
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