Inverawe now hoped to receive no further visit from
the vengeful spirit. In this he was disappointed, for at the usual
hour the ghost appeared, and in anger said, "I have warned you once, I
have warned you twice; it is too late now. We shall meet again at
TICONDEROGA."
Inverawe rose before dawn and went straight to the cave. Macniven was
gone!
Inverawe saw no more of the ghost, but the adventure left him a
gloomy, melancholy man. Many a time he would wander on Cruachan hill
side, brooding over his vision, and people passing him would see the
far-away look in his eyes, and would say one to the other: "The puir
laird, he is aye thinking on him that is gone". Only his dearest
friends knew the cause of his melancholy.
In 1756 the war between the English and French in America broke out.
The 42nd regiment embarked, and landed at New York in June of that
year. Campbell of Inverawe was a major in the regiment. The lieut.-
colonel was Francis Grant. From New York the 42nd proceeded to
Albany, where the regiment remained inactive till the spring of 1757.
One evening when the 42nd were still quartered at this place, Inverawe
asked the colonel "if he had ever heard of a place called
Ticonderoga".
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