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The pots were brought back, foaming 

 with home-brew, the landlord adjusted the 

 milled screw of the lamp so that less dark 

 soot-shadows slipped against the white- 

 washed guard above, and we listened in 

 silence while the wind drove hard against 

 the western face of the house, bringing the 

 rain-clouds straight from over the wild 

 wastes of the Atlantic. 



They had tried to get the robbers in 

 many ways, but rarely were they seen. 

 Evidence of their visitations was much 

 against them. Dead lambs had been found 

 in their pens little gray bundles lying still 

 while their mothers bleated above them. 

 One morning Voley, the shepherd, came 

 to the yeaning field and found that a ewe 

 itself had been attacked, and had lost an 

 eye. After that he carried the great ten- 

 bore flighting gun that was usually brought 

 out in the frosty winter when wildfowl 

 haunted the great lonely wastes by the 



