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memory in ' shadowy review." The jovial commander, the 

 burly priest, my merry cousin, the stern homicide, the ancient 

 butler, and the defunct otter-killer, all were before me. I 

 trod in fancy the banks of Pullgarrow, or couched among the 

 rocks of our highland ambuscade ; I saw the startled pack 

 spring from the purple heather, while the red deer, 



Like crested leader proud and high, 

 Toss'd his beam'd frontlet to the sky ; 

 A moment gaz'd adown the dale, 

 A moment snuff d the tainted gale 



and vanished in the rocky pass of Meeltramoe. My imaginary 

 wanderings continued till we landed at the pier, and with a 

 deep sigh I hastened to my chamber, to make, for the last 

 time, my toilet after a day of sylvan exercise. 



Morning the last morning has arrived, and all is bustle 

 and packing up. Travers, though a cold-blooded Englishman 

 who scarcely can tell a grouse from a game-cock, seems to 

 feel regret at leaving this hospitable cabin old John is sensi- 

 bly affected and Alice's black eyes are dim with weeping. 

 For once she kissed me without coquetry, and as she received 

 my farewell present, invoked the Lord to bless me with such 

 unaffected ardour as proved that her fervent benison came 

 warmly from the heart. 



Over the parting with this rude but affectionate family I 

 shall hurry. My cousin accompanied me to Westport, and 

 we left the lodge after an early dinner, in full expectation of 

 reaching that town for supper, though the distance is some 

 ten or twelve leagues, and by an intricate passage with very 

 difficult and perplexing tides. As if fortune wished to offer 

 me a parting compliment, the wind blew from the north-west, 

 and there was as much of it as we could well carry our full 

 sails to. We entered the Bull's Mouth at three-quarter tide, 

 and brought plenty of water over the sands, and in an hour 

 cleared the Sound, and rushing through the boiling currents 

 of Bearnaglee, found ourselves in Clew Bay. The wind blew 

 fresh and steadily, and at nine o'clock we were moored along 

 the quay of Westport. 



One incident occurred : at a rocky point which ran from the 



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