122 BIRD-LIFE OF THE BORDERS 



evening sunlight, and there is the tormentilla, like a small 

 buttercup, with tufts of saxifrage, green spleenwort, and 

 other quasi-alpine plants. Now we strike the head of 

 a hill-burn which leads towards our destination, and for 

 six miles follow its course over moorlands where curlews 

 whistle and plovers pipe ; by tumbling" linns where 

 rowans scent the breeze and foxgioves grow in rocky- 

 crannies ; by darkly pools where trout splash and play 

 — a delicious walk in that cool twilight ends a delightful 

 day. 



Already, ere home is reached, the first glint of flame 

 on every surrounding fell and peak recalls the sentiment of 

 the jubilee day — a sentiment which ten thousand beacon- 

 fires will presently attest throughout our land, the symbols 

 of a nation's joy. 



