A bitter wind shrilled over the precipitous heather-covered mountains of the Isle of Mull last week. A few black, bleary-eyed sheep huddled in the lee of ancient deserted cottages. But from the flagstaff of Duart Castle the Maclean banner whipped boldly, and down in the great hall the pipes were screaming "The Chief's Salute." Hundreds of Macleans from all over the world were there to drink their chieftain's health, to eat his mutton and haggis. The Maclean of Clan Maclean, Sir Fitzroy Donald Maclean of Dowart and Morvaren, was celebrating his...
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