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welled out in silence by the tarn-side. Dark forms 

 watched at its birth; the eagle and the red-deer were 

 in their trust ; and up at midnight, like a ghost 

 of the mountain, rose the small smoke of their 

 secret fire. 



Otter. What, Jack! whisky eulogies! ahem! 

 poetic too ! Oh ! tush, man, tush ! 



Exeunt. 



