Andrew Lang,
The companions of Pickle
(1898)
“ He lived at home, he built a great castle like Glengarry’s (probably by aid of ‘services’) , he fed on the sheep, kine, butter, milk, of his tenants, but he shook them by the hand, perhaps forgave arrears, held clan feasts, and was a god on earth. When he raised rents, united farms in one hand, did not shake that of every clansman, but rather evicted them, discontent was natural, inevitable. Holders of land, proud free men, must emigrate, or become labourers or artisans in towns. Who does not sympathise with their emotions? ”
