And in Mewboll lodged that night,
Being kindly us’d, but still in fright,
Delay’d next day some hours, to hear
How all was gone; but yet for fear
They quit their horse, and took the hill,
O’er mountains climb’d scarce passible,
To Arisaig or Borasdale:
And here themselves they did conceal
At Kinloch Moidart, where they lay,
Not knowing what to do or say.