Transcription: There was a tense atmosphere on Drummasi Moor that April 16th. Charles Edward Stuart waited, filled with doubts, but determined not to renounce his dream. Veiled undercurrents of rancor could be sensed among the chiefs under his command, and the suppressed fury of the Highlanders, whom cold and hunger had made even less disposed to submit to tactical order and discipline, was evident in their gestures and attitudes. The drums had begun to roll at dawn, accompanied by the mournful sound of the bagpipes. But the Jacobite army, frozen by their long wait, remained motionless, listening for the ord ...
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