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The Legendary Land

Frail traces of kindred kindness,
Of feud by hill and strand,
The heritage of an age-long life
In a legendary land.

–From a poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

 

While we canna’ hold our gathering on rocky hill or verdant glen, you will still hear the sounds and see the sights of our heritage in the legendary land that is Scotland when you come.

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More 2018 Pictures

Enjoy another round of pictures from the 2018 Manitoba Highland Gathering.

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The MHG at C4 2018

This year the Manitoba Highland Gathering will not only have a showcasing table at C4, there will also be demos going on on Friday, Saturday and Sunday: Highland Dancing, Pipes and Drums and Heavies.

The MHG will also send a representative to the SwordExperience with Adrian Paul, “Duncan McLeod” from the TV Series “Highlander”. The Manitoba Highland Gathering is sending a representative to the SwordExperience with Adrian Paul! Dr.Adriana Pausenwein will represent the MHG at this C4 event. She has 10+ years experience in Iaido (Japanese swordfighting). She studied at the Seishinkan Dōjō (Muso Jikiden Eishin Ryu) in Vienna under Dr.Elisabeth Noisser (7. Dan Iaidô (IMAF), 5. Dan Nihon Jūjutsu (IMAF), 1. Dan Karatedō (IMAF)) from 1996 to 2005

 

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2018 Picture Gallery

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2018 Gathering Concluded

The 51st Annual Manitoba Highland Gathering took place on the 23th and 24th of June 2018. we are looking forward to welcome you again in 2019!

This time we will have a very special chieftain of the day: Malcolm Sinclair, Earl of Caithness

Will ye no come back again?

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Gallant Knights Do Battle

Come see medieval re-enactments put on for you at the 51st Annual Manitoba Highland Gathering by the Barony of Castle Rouge! They’ll be happy to tell you about their knightly arts and curious devices from the middle ages.

Lochinvar

by Sir Walter Scott

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
So boldly he enter’d the Netherby Hall,
Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride’s father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
“O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?”
“I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied;—
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.”
The bride kiss’d the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,—
“Now tread we a measure!” said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper’d, “’twere better by far
To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.”
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach’d the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
“She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,” quoth young Lochinvar.
There was mounting ’mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e’er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?