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when attempting to do Highlander. In addi- 

 tion to these pecuHarities, he was a great 

 relator of stories, and he always prefaced them 

 by saying — ''A man once told me, but I don't 

 believe him," though he firmly did, and a great 

 deal more too. 



We were stalking together in Carneval, over 

 Loch Lewid, one very fine day, and he pointed 

 out to me a very small island on it, which had 

 been the scene of a very queer story. There 

 was a man who many years ago used to stalk 

 this hill very much, and he was a very bad 

 man, and never cared what day he went out. 

 He was stalking once, and it was on the 

 Sunday, and he had inveigled out with him a 

 friend not quite so bad as himself — one who 

 for worlds would not have shot a stag on the 

 Sabbath himself, but who, at the same time, 

 would not have had the slightest objection to 

 partake of one shot on that holy day. They 

 had been a long weary way, and, at last, very 

 tired, sat down to have a wee bit luncheon 

 and a dram, and a smoke, by the side of Loch 

 Langavat, opposite a small island not very far 

 out. To their surprise, in the middle of their 

 smoke, they both saw a large, full royal lying 

 down comfortably on the island, -which they 

 must have been blind not to have perceived 



