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far-off side of the island — till he disappeared 

 over the crest of the hill. Long did that 

 man wait for his bad friend, but he never 

 returned. 



" And what became of him, M'Aulay ? " 



'' I do not know, I do not believe the story; 

 but he was a very bad man." He believed 

 every word of it. 



He had another story of Glenvicadale, the 

 first glen in Harris, just after you pass the 

 stream that runs up it, and which gives it its 

 name. This is a very pretty little brook, which, 

 when there is much water in it, is a very 

 rattling stream. Many a pleasant day have I 

 passed by its banks, catching brown and small 

 sea-trout. At its head, about two miles up 

 the glen, is a diminutive loch — you might 

 almost call it a pond, so surrounded is it 

 everywhere with sedge that the water is not 

 to be got at for it. Out of this small lochie, 

 said to be unfathomable, runs the river — and 

 it is this spot that is the scene of one of 

 M^Aulay's traditions. 



About a mile above this loch — ^which was 

 once supposed to be much larger — is a very 

 large rock, in which is a great cavern, with a 

 natural wall so running across in front of it, 

 that a few bars of wood and planks could at 



