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the bridge. Near the shepherd's house we 

 lose the path, and while we are beating about 

 for the bridge we hear familiar voices calling. 

 After a little trouble we come together, and 

 then find that our young people with all their 

 friends a goodly company have come out 

 from the village to meet us. Having found 

 the bridge we linger there, pensive yet well- 

 pleased, looking up to the dark mountains or 

 down upon the shadowy stream. It was our 

 last night. We must needs celebrate it, there- 

 fore, with Sabbath songs of the country, and 

 the shepherd in his lonely hut might well have 

 wondered what spirits were abroad when he 

 heard 



Dundee's wild warbling measures rise, 

 Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name. 



Monday, September 1. 



At half-past four we are up and out of doors. 

 The sun is rising behind the purple hills that 

 lie beyond the Frith. The sky is amber and 



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