The Big Glen 



— higher than for many months — and the sea was heavy, 

 so that one could see the surf breaking- on the rocks out 

 of the gloom and mist. The hills were invisible. Even 

 their outlines were hidden by the blackness, and all through 

 the night the rain continued to fall in fierce blasts. 



And so we gave over the glen into the keeping of its 

 own hills and left it, the home of many pleasant memories, 

 with hearts that were sad at the parting. 



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