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AUTUMN STORIES AND POEMS 



down upon the thistle. A loud cry of pain 

 rang out in the still night. 



It wakened the Scots. 

 They jumped up. 

 They rubbed their eyes. 

 There was the enemy almost 

 upon them. 



They seized their weapons. 

 With one shout they 

 rushed upon the North- 

 men. They hurled them down 

 the hill. 



That was the last of them. 

 So the thistle saved Scotland. And so, 

 above all else, do the Scots love the thistle. 



