CHAPTEB XI. 



SUNDAY. GOLDEN EAGLE. SCOTCH KIKK. HIGHLAND 



PEASANTRY. 



A LOVELY morning, as might have been expected from 

 last evening's sunset. 



I can hardly tell why, but to me Sunday in the 

 country is, perhaps, the pleasantest day of the week. 

 In towns on that day, I confess to having too often a 

 feeling of ennui and restraint ; but in the country I 

 have nothing of this : one's brighter and better 

 thoughts seem to expand, and all nature to wear a 

 fresh and new-born aspect, at once more cheerful 

 and more tranquil than on other days ; so fair and 

 quiet that oftentimes one can hardly believe that all 

 in so bounteous and beautiful a world is doomed to 

 decay. 



As we sat at breakfast, Archie came in to say that 

 there was an eagle on the hill not far off, and he 



