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I hardly know how I got him there, for, light 

 as he was, I am no Hercules. However, with 

 many a rest, we reached the little dell ; and then 

 I carried him up its green side, and laid him on 

 the heather of the moor. 



He wrote again : 



4 Go to that clump of rushes the third from 

 the little hillock. Then look, but be careful. Then 

 lift the big grass tussock.' 



The spot which Allen indicated was on the 

 side of a rather steep grassy slope. I approached 

 it, dragged at the tussock of grass, which came 

 away easily enough, and revealed the entrance to 

 no more romantic hiding-place than an old secret 

 whiskey ' still.' Private stills, not uncommon in 

 Sutherland and some other northern shires, are 

 extinct in Galloway. Allen had probably found 

 this one by accident in his wanderings, and in his 

 half-insane bitterness against mankind had made 

 it, for some time at least, his home. The smoke- 

 blackened walls, the recesses where the worm-tub 

 and the still now stood, all plainly enough betrayed 

 the original user of the hiding-place. There was 



