12 A HUNDRED YEARS 



edge of the stream of the Ewe fifty yards above the 

 boathouse at Inveran. I found plenty of them in the 

 woods of the Pyrenees. 



My uncle continues : " Having arrived at long last 

 at the end of our three days' journey, we boys wanted 

 but little rocking ere we were asleep in our hammocks. 

 Next morning (Sunday) before six, all who were new 

 to the place called out ' Goodness gracious, what's the 

 matter, and what's all this awful noise about V for sixty 

 cows and sixty calves were all bellowing their hardest 

 after having been separated for the twelve hours of the 

 night. They were within eighty yards of the chateau, 

 and, assisted by some twenty herds and milkers screaming 

 and howling, they made uproar enough to alarm any 

 stranger just waking from sleep, who expected a quiet, 

 solemn west-coast Sabbath morning. This was a twice 

 a day arrangement. Eventually the grass in the Baile 

 Mor Glen was eaten pretty bare, and then the whole lot 

 of them went off to the shieling of Airidh na Cloiche 

 (Shieling of the Stone) for the summer. 



" There was a dyke about one hundred yards long 

 between the entrance-gates at the bottom of the lawn 

 and the AUt Glas burn which kept the cows and calves 

 separate, to the great indignation of both parties, who 

 bellowed out their minds pretty plainly. Domhnall 

 Donn (Brown Donald), the head cowman, brought his 

 wailing friends the cows to the Vv^est side of the wall, 

 and his subordinates brought the calves from their 

 woody bedrooms where they had passed the night on the 

 east side. And then began an uproar of * Are you there, 

 my darling V * Oh yes, mother dear, wild for my 



