148 GLENGARRY. 



We blame not his caution. We are circumspect ourselves. 

 But we object to his bragging, most decidedly object to 

 it. The whole affair was a paltry one. Thy histories, great 

 shade, I never read : they may live like the great pyra- 

 mids, or go to the tomb of all the Capulets, it imports 

 me not, but shame on thy bragging of such a deed; 

 shame on thee, I say, "thou chronicler of small beer." 



Not thus was the bearing of the stout Glengarry, when 

 he confronted the stag in the rugged pass of Glendulachan. 

 Setting at nought the red glance of his eye, and un- 

 appalled by his tremendous means of defence, in rushed the 

 gallant chief full at his front, and buried the sharp skene- 

 dhu in his chest. 



