AIRDS MOSS

Rev Richard Cameron

Michael Cameron

Robert Dick

John Hamilton

Captain John Fuller (Fowler)

John Gemmel

Robert Paterson

James Gray

Thomas Watson

A small battle between the Covenanters under Rev Richard Cameron and the government soldiers under Sir Andrew Bruce of Earlshall took place on 22 July 1680.

Richard Cameron was no common man. Born in a house which is still standing in the quiet little town of Falkland, Fife, he had been brought up as an Episcopalian. On careful consideration, however, he cast in his lot with the persecuted Covenanters. And he did this in no half-hearted fashion. His was one of those minds which saw truth so clearly that compromise was impossible.   He had no patience with the Indulgence. To accept of that was, in his eyes, not weakness, but sin. He therefore kept himself at the head of the "Irreconcilables," and by his genius and decision, gave his name latterly to the whole party. Listen to some of the words of this man, as he stood out there on the moor, preaching to the persecuted remnant that clave to him. "0! sad to think upon the West of Scotland," he cries, "the wild Highlands have not neglected so many calls as thou hast done.   It may be ye think ye have enough, and stand in no need of persecuted Gospel ordinances. Yet, ye are the people in all Scotland that are in the worst condition. What say ye 1 Shall 1 go away and tell my Master that ye will not come unto Him? I take instruments before these hills and mountains around us, that I have offered Him unto you this day. Angels are wondering at the offer. They stand beholding with admiration that our Lord is giving you such an offer this day. Nay, those that have gone to hell many years ago, and who are now crying out in the agonies of torment, may be saying, "0, that we had such an offer as yonder parish of Auchinleck!" Look over to the Shawhead and all these hills. Look at them. They are all witnesses now, and when you are dying, they will come before your face." And then, both minister and congregation, as an eye-witness tells us, fell into a state of calm weeping. These men felt themselves for the time carried away from earth. They were in the spirit world. The hills about them seemed living creatures. All nature was bound over to appear as witness against them at the Great Day. They were no longer encompassed by this world's anxieties, but by the hopes and fears of their dying hour.
But now the dying hour, with its hopes and fears, had come to Richard Cameron himself. The 22nd July, 1680, found him away up in this Muirkirk district, attended by sixty friends. The night before, he had slept at a shepherd's house, and said when washing his hands in the morning, " 1 must make them clean, because they must be seen by many witnesses." And now he was resting on this green spot about four o'clock in the afternoon, when a troop of one hundred and twenty horse, under the command of Bruce of Earlshall, were seen rapidly approaching. Escape was impossible, and so they resolved to sell their lives as dearly as they could. Cameron had but time for a few words of prayer, one petition of which he repeated thrice, " Lord, spare the green and take the ripe!" On concluding this prayer, he took his brother's hand for the last time, and said, " Now, let us fight it out to the last: for this is the day I have longed for, and the day I have prayed for, to die fighting against our Lord's avowed enemies?" The struggle was short but desperate. Cameron himself was killed in the thick of the fray, as well as his brother and seven others. Five, also, were sore wounded and taken prisoners (Hackston of Rathillet being leader), while the rest escaped over the moss, whither the cavalry could not pursue them. The prisoners were taken to Edinburgh, and there hanged. The head and hands of Cameron were cut off and taken to Edinburgh; and on delivering them up, the officer who carried them said, " There are the head and hands of a man who lived praying and preaching, and who died praying and fighting."