The Land of the Hills and the Glens 



Another stalker of my acquaintance once noted a stag lying 

 apparently dead on the hillside after a fiercely contested 

 struggle. A near view showed that the beast still lived, and 

 through the hours of darkness this conquered warrior 

 wandered painfully, slowly, away to the far hills, where the 

 hoarse triumphal roaring of his rival echoed and re-echoed 

 across the glen. 



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