The strange name dwelt in Campbell’s memory.  He had joined the Black Watch, or Forty-second Regiment, then employed in keeping order in the turbulent Highlands.  In time he became its major; and, a year or two after the war broke out, he went with it to America.  Here, to his horror, he learned that it was ordered to the attack of Ticonderoga.  His story was well known among his brother officers.  They combined among themselves to disarm his fears; and when they reached the fatal spot they told him on the eve of the battle, “This is not Ticonderoga; we are not there yet; this is Fort George.”  But in the morning he came to them with haggard looks.  “I have seen him!  You have deceived me!  He came to my tent last night!  This is Ticonderoga!  I shall die to-day!” and his prediction was fulfilled.

Such is the tradition.  The indisputable facts are that Major Duncan Campbell of Inverawe, his arm shattered by a bullet, was carried to Fort Edward, where, after amputation, he died and was buried. (Abercromby to Pitt,19 August, 1758.) The stone that marks his grave may still be seen, with this inscription:  "Here lyes the Body of Duncan Campbell of Inverawe, Esq, Major to the old Highland Regiment, aged 55 Years, who died on the 17th July, 1758, of the Wounds he received in the Attack of the Retrenchment of Ticonderoga or Carrillon, on the 8th July, 1758."

His son, Lieutenant Alexander Campbell, was severely wounded at the same time, but reached Scotland alive, and died in Glasgow.  Mr. Campbell, the present Inverawe, in the letter mentioned above, says that forty-five years ago he knew an old man whose grandfather was foster-brother to the slain major of the forty-second, and who told him the following story while carrying a salmon for him to an inn near Inverawe.  The old man’s grandfather was sleeping with his son, then a lad, in the same room, but in another bed.  This son, father of the narrator, “was awakened,” to borrow the words of Mr. Campbell, “by some unaccustomed sound, and behold there was a bright light in the room, and he saw a figure, in full Highland regimentals, cross over the room and stoop down over his father’s bed and give him a kiss.  He was too frightened to speak, but put his head under his coverlet and went to sleep.  Once more he was roused in like manner, and saw the same sight.  In the morning he spoke to his father about it, who told him that it was Macdonnochie [the Gaelic patronymic of the laird of Inverawe] whom he had seen, and who came to tell him that he had been killed in a great battle in America.  Sure enough, said my informant, it was on the very day that the battle of Ticonderoga was fought and the laird was killed.”

It is also said that two ladies of the family of Inverawe saw a battle in the clouds, in which the shadowy forms of Highland warriors were plainly to be described; and that when the fatal news came from America, it was found that the time of the vision answered exactly to that of the battle in which the head of the family fell.