Campbell further recalled, "Dooglie, the coachman, who then could scarcely speak anything but Gaelic, either mistook this for encouragement, rivalry, or applause: or else he was merely deafened by his proximity to his own instrument. I can only remember that he went on playing louder than ever - perhaps out of emulation, or maybe, contempt. All the dogs, donkeys, horses, and cattle in the neighbourhood would catch the excitement. Our horses and the cow, Nelly, would begin to gallops wildly about under the thirty mango trees in our immense paddock - which was bad for Nelly's milk."