Ancestor - see son David.

The oldest of these (sons of Hugh) was probably James, who settled about a mile from the old homestead, in Tullywest, near where the national school-house stands. Tradition affirms that he was the father of twenty children, and that he lived to be one hundred and twenty years old. This may or may not be true, but we feel reasonably certain that the McKee pioneers of western Pennsylvania were his children and grandchildren. Out of the alleged twenty we have positive knowledge of only four.

From Mr.John McKee, of 30 E Thirty ninth street, New York, we learn the most of the McKees, and nearly all of the Edgars, of County Down bury at Lough Henney graveyard. The bodies of James, of Tullywest; John, of Lisban, and all of their descendants who had spent their lives in that locality are interred.

Mr. McKee writes: The graveyard is situated on an eminence overlooking the lake, surrounded by large firs, which sigh mournfully when fanned by the breeze from the water. It is certainly a very old burial ground. There is no church at it or near it, but tradition says the ruins of some building were once visible. Here rest the remains of James Davidson, the subject of Dr Edgars most popular publication, "Jamy, a True Story," to whose memory a tablet has been raised.

Opposite the graveyard, out in the water and in what was once the centre of the lake before it was drained, rised up a little island known in the neighborhood as Robbin Wrights Island. It covers almost half an acre and is a perfect circle. Robbin owned it and took a great deal of pleasure in working on it. It is not natural but artificial, but when or by whom made even tradition fails to offer a hint. One day while Robbin was working on the north side of the island he struck a tomb in which lay the remains of some Irish king or chieftain (who in life must have stood about eight feet high) clad in a coat of mail, made out of small rings, which Robbin presented to the Belfast museum and which is there to be seen.

It is known that Irish wolves visited the cemeteries and disinterred the dead, and the supposition is that this island was made for a royal burying ground while the rest of the clan buried on the eminence overlooking the island, where Lough Henney graveyard now stands. This may be true or otherwise, but one thing is certain, that nobody bearing the name McKee or Edgar can walk over Lough Henney graveyard without treading on the dust of his relatives or ancestors.