The Land of the Hills and the Glens 



but cleared away soon, and never do I remember seeing the 

 hills so strikingly beautiful, with their slopes bathed in 

 sunlight, while on their summits great black clouds hung. 

 Bird life revelled in the clear fresh air, and at one time 

 I saw a family of three buzzards and four or five kestrels 

 wheeling and dashing madly through the air above a giant 

 cliff overlooking the broad Atlantic. 



Such days as these are rarely experienced and live long 

 in the memory. 



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