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Hod: order'd to tye down my hands and cover my face 

 most pityfully there was no skin left on my face with a 

 cloath and stopp'd my mouth again they had wrestl'd 

 so long with me that it was all that I could breath, 

 then they carry'd me down stairs as a corps at the 

 stair-foot they had a Chair and Alexander Foster of 

 Carsboony in the Chair who took me on his knee I 

 made all the struggel I could but he held me fast in his 

 arms. My mouth being stopped I could not cry. All 

 the linens about me were covered with blood.' 



A Writer to the Signet had been one of the party 

 who carried her off, and it was in the house of an 

 advocate, ' a little beyond Lithgow,' that Lady Grange 

 was first hidden. Thence a little later, without know- 

 ing where she was going, or what was to become of 

 her, at one time imprisoned in 'a low room all the 

 windows nailed up with thick boards and no light in 

 the room .... left all aloan and two doors locked on 

 me,' at another time taken ' naked ' from bed ' by force 

 and put upon a horse where I fainted dead away ' she 

 was carried to Huskre, a little island oft Skye. The 

 poor lady must finish her own story : 



' On the 14 of Jun: John Macleod and his Brother 

 Normand came with their galley to the Huskre for me 

 they were very rud and hurt me sore. Oh alas much 

 have I suffer'd often my skin mead black and blew, 

 they took me to St. Kilda. John Macleod is call'd 

 Stewart of the Island he left me in a few days, no body 

 lives in it but the poor natives it is a viled neasty 

 stinking poor Isle. I was in great miserie in the 



