THE COMRADE OF THE HEATHER. 



like Turkic blew colour, and if they would have it sad- 

 der they put thereto in the boyling an ounce of broken 

 Galles." 



In the Orkneys, it is said, a wine is made from the 

 fruit, which there grows large. Lightfoot tells us the 

 Scotch Highlanders eat the berries in milk and "make 

 them into tarts and jellies, which last they mix with 

 their whiskey to give it a relish to strangers." 



It is not chiefly, however, on account of its eco- 

 nomic value that we introduce the blaeberry here; but 

 because of its close companionship with the Heather. 

 Brave dwellers of the mountain side, nestling together, 

 comrades in northland sunshine and storm, may you 

 flourish for the sons and daughters of our beloved 

 Scotland, twin symbols of perennial beauty "a joy 

 forever !" 



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