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indeed, he seemed not to be conscious of 

 any. The dear old boy had been living 

 there, in uplands that cannot be seen 

 from any valley, for fifty years. Long 

 may he be " after the foxes " and gleefully 

 attending to his other duties ! 



Haxton was in many respects different 



from Donald. He was apparently little 



more than thirty years of age. He is 



not a Highlander, and, though very 



attentive, he had no ebullience of spirits 



or of speech. He hardly ever, except in 



answer, made any remark ; but when he 



did there was always something arresting 



in what he said. Thus, when we nearly 



bumped upon a submerged rock, and he 



mentioned that at that place General 



Lyttelton had caught a three-pounder, 



he spoke in a tone which unconsciously 



suggested that the distinguished soldier 



was a familiar acquaintance. In short, 



I felt that Haxton was no ordinary man ; 



and months afterwards I accidentally 



learned that I had not been wrong. 



Haxton, the meekest and mildest of 



