BiRUOENMJL MONEERS of the pioneers buried here. James McLaren 's was the next head to Jail. He died in the year 1818. Don?? ald Gordon came next in 1 S 1& Thus three of the principal heads of this little community were call?? ed to their eternal rest within sixteen years of their landing at Brudenell . I may say here that Isabel McDonald , wife of James McLaren , survived her husband for many years, and died at the residence of her son-in-law, James MciFarlane , of Montague, at the advanced age of ninety-two. Her remains rest in the old1 cemetery on the south bank of Brudenell . In this connection it may be men?? tioned, that a legend exists to the effect that early in the history of the little colony, previous to the death of Mrs. Gordon , the appear?? ance of a woman and two children ivas observed by her and others passing from the north bank of the river towards this spot, and disappearing into the forest by which this island was then thick?? ly covered. No woman or children were known to be in the vicinity except those belonging to the settlement nor although strict search was made were any dissov- ered. This event was supposed by the people to have been a fore?? shadowing of the death which oc- cured soon after and of the found?? ing of this cemetery on Brudenell Island . Of the history of James Mc ?? Laren previous to his emigrating to Prince Edward Island we know little except through tradition which tells us that he was the son of Donald McLaren a cattle dealer known to his native compatriots in their native Gaelic tongue as "Domhnull mor na mart" or big Bonald of the cattle, who owned land in the district of Balquhidder in the early part of the eighteenth century and of Robina Stewart of the, Stewarts of Appin, his wife, he lost both land and life in con?? sequence of his complicity in the unfortunate "rising" under Prince Charles Edward Stewart in the year 1745. After the final defeat of the rebel force at Culloden in H746, he was taken prisoner by a party of dragoons and was being conveyed by them to Carlisle for trial and probable execution. While passing through a part of the country well known to him at the time when his native hills were thickly shrouded in mist, he by some means, contrived to escape, and plunging down into a deep ravine at the risk of his life ;man- aged to elude his pursuers, uut so close was the pursuit and.so vigil?? ant the search the ???.??? unfortunate man was compelled to thrust him?? self down into a moss of water soaked bog and drawing a sod of turf over his heat remained there until night Ball, undjer^ cover of which he made his way to the house of an acquaintaance who afforded him shelter and conceal?? ment until his death which occur?? red a few weeks later, presumably in consequence of cold and ex?? posure endured while lying hidden in the morass. It is supposed that Sir Walter Scott has made ase of this incident in describing a sim?? ilar imaginary escape of a char?? acter in one of the works of that great author. In their search for the escaped prisoner the* troopers visited Mc?? Laren's home which they burned down, after destroying the plenish?? ing and killing the cattle. James , McLaren, the subject of this short sketch, who was then three or four years of age is said to have remembered being carried out of the burning house in the arms of one of the female relatives to the family who had secreted a cheese in her plaid as necessary food for the child. The cheese unfortunate?? ly fell and rolled to the feet of one of the soldiers engaged in the work of destruction. He stuck his bayonet into it and held it up to her, laughing at her look of di's- : comfiture at the loss. This episode i brings forcibly home to our mem-