Sections


Rob Roy MacGregor Campbell
The '45
Extracts of Statistics from the Annexed Estates for Western Strathearn (1755-56)
The Reports of the Annexed Estates (1755-69)
A Tour of Scotland - Thomas Pennant (1769)
Seismic Activity (1789)
Account of 1791-99 vol-11 - Comrie, County of Perth
Archibald MacNab (1734-1816)
Henry Dundas (1742-1811)
Sir David Baird of Seringapatam (1757-1829)
Companion and Useful Guide to the Beauties of Scotland – Sarah Murray (1799)
Roman Camp, Dalginross – October (1800)
Flash from the Caledonian Mercury – September (1814)
I've a Boat to Catch (1818)
A Picture of Strathearn - John Brown (1823)
St Fillan’s Highland Society (1827)
Letters from the Distant Past (1831 - 1859)
Comrie, St Fillans and Monivard (1837)
Statistical Account: Parish of Comrie (1838)
The Glen Lednock Census (1841)
The Queen’s Visit (1842)
The Road to Comrie (1857)
For the Sake of Nelly Fergus (1860)
From an Unknown Guidebook-circa (1892)
Comrie (1895)
Tales of Derring Do
Soldier, Soldier, won’t you marry me wi’…
The Adventures of Paddy or Highland Peter
Ghoulie Tales
A Serious Business
Mail Order Bride
The Man with the Powerful Voice
Double Entry bookkeeping
Hey, Gie’s ma Haun…or Murder Most Foul
Kate Mackenzie's Terrible Deeds
Watty and Meg Drummond
The Fencibles
Deacon Reid
Amazing Grace
The Day of the Penny Wedding
The MacArthur's were there before the Hills
The Beggar's Badge
A Pane by any other name can be a Pain!
The Powder Keg
The Coo didnae hae ony Teeth!
The Green Lady of Glen Lednock
The Queen of Tynasithe
The Great Wall of Comrie
Whisky, You're the Devil
A Wee Rumble
A Whale of a Time
An Encounter of the Third Kind
Another Debate
Bosom Pals
Getting Stoned in Comrie
Hanging about Comrie
It's Whisky in the Jar
Picking Other Folks' Brains
Porridge for Breakfast
Tarred and Buttered
Temperance
The Convert
The Debate
The Schism
The Levitation
The Twa' Brithers
There’s a Hare in my Soup
Yer bum's oot the Window

18th & 19th Century

The Powder Keg

Dan was one of those rare specimens who enjoyed a good joke, and probably more often at the other’s expense rather than his own. One of the workers in Lawers had been in business for himself and probably fallen on hard times and had come to work there. He was soft-spoken and most polite. He had, however one dread, the fear of gunpowder...anything to do with firearms drove him into a panic.

He was once sent to Stirling for some blasting powder which was used to clear rocks in the fields. When the horse and the cart returned home Peter was never seen and the others, bewildered, unyoked it. Peter had followed behind it at a safe distance from Stirling to Lawers. McGregor knew of this fear and one evening asked to see him about a matter of some importance and an appointment set. Peter showed up on time and McGregor, with dead pan-face said that he had been assessing his talents and had an assignment which dovetailed with Peter’s qualifications, He said, “For some time I have been looking out for a suitable position for you, Peter, as I consider that you are not in your current position. Your education and your style of address entitle you to a much higher position than the one you occupy as a common workman on the estate of Lawers, and I think I have now got the very thing for you. You will never be required to take off your coat. You will have some writing to do, and for that you are well qualified. You will also have to look after a few workers and to see that the rules of the establishment are attended to; but I have no doubt from your manner that you and those under your charge will get on alright.”

Peter listened attentively and then asked, “What is the nature of this work and where are the works situated?” McGregor said that the work was in Ireland but that all expenses incurred in transportation for himself and his belongings would be paid for by his employers. Peter then asked, “What then is the nature of the work of which I am expected to take charge?” The gardener said, “Well, you’re to have the charge and oversight of a powder mill.” Peter leapt to his feet, flushed and fearful, rushed to the door shouting, “Good night, Mr. McGregor; good night, sir; good night.” McGregor thoroughly enjoyed that one!