--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 1 number: 2 published: 1897-12 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Macgregor and Lamont," *Improvement Era* 1, no. 2 (December 1897): 117.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera12unse start_page: 117 end_page: 117 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1897-12) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera12unse publication_year: 1897 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1897, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Macgregor and Lamont ANCIENT TALES, MACGREGOR AND LAMONT. I know not if ever you have heard the following traditional story of a chieftain of the Macgregors residing at the time on his freehold in Glenorchy. His son had gone in the shooting season with a party of young associates to the moors in the braes of the country. They met with a young gentleman of the name of Lamont from Cowal, who, attended by a servant, was going to Fort William. They all went to the kind of inn that was in the place, and took refreshments together; in the course of which, at the close of the day, a trifling dispute arose betwixt Lamont and young Macgregor. Dirks were drawn, and before friends could interfere, Macgregor fell mortally wounded. In the confusion, Lamont escaped, and, though pursued, under the cover of night got securely to the house of the elder Macgregor, which happened to be the first habitation which met his eye at the dawn of morning. The chieftain had got up and was standing at the door. 'Save my life!' said the stranger, 'for men are in pursuit of me to take it away.' 'Whoever you are,' says Macgregor, 'here you are safe.' Lamont was but just brought to an inner apartment, and introduced to the family, when a loud inquiry was made at the door, if a stranger had entered the house. 'He has,' says Macgregor, 'and what is your business with him?' 'In a scuffle,' cried the pursuers, 'he has killed your son; deliver him up that we may instantly revenge the deed. ' Macgregor's wife and his two daughters filled the house with their cries and lamentations. — 'Be quiet,' says the chief, with his eyes streaming with tears, 'and let no man presume to touch the