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is no place in the whole forest so ticklish as this ; the 

 ground, on the summit, is so varied with high rocks, flats, 

 and hollows, that currents and swells of air pass in almost 

 all directions, and the difficulty will be to get near the 

 deer, and keep the wind : but I know the ground well ; 

 ay, every inch of it, quite as well as my own cabin at 

 Bruar." 



" Ay, ye're weel acquent with it, for the beastis ha' bin 

 ow'r canny for ye whiles amang thae rocks." 



" Hush, hush, my good fellow, no tales." 



" Na, I canna but say that ye ha' had good sport there 

 too, but sure ye'el no be forgettin the big hart that gat a 

 gliff o'ye, and skelped awa through the moss, joost as ye 

 war thinkin to pit yer baal intill him ; perhaps Mr. Light- 

 foot would like to hear something anent it." 



" No, no, Maclaren, I know he would not ; let by- 

 ganes be by-ganes. So now tell me, what is your advice ? " 



" Why, I wud ha ye advised to gang round to the east, 

 and to lave me at the fut o' the hill ; ye can win to the 

 tap in ten minutes, and when ye are there, I can pit owr 

 the deer. But ye inun be canny, and ye mun aye throw 

 out wee bits of tow, for the wind is unco kittle among the 

 rocks ; ye'el bear in mind the muckle hart him that 

 ran awa sae brawly frae ye, without skaith, when yer 

 honor thoucht to hae takkin his gralloch, and said some- 

 thing anent his tallow, and white puddins, and the fat on 

 his haunches." 



" You advise well, Maclaren, and your discourse is 

 voluble : sweet I may not say, since the latter part of it 

 falls somewhat unseemly on my ear. Now look at your 

 watch, give us a quarter of an hour ; start the deer to the 



