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natural hero passes before me on the edge of the 

 ridge at a steady trot, giving me an easy chance 

 within the 100 yards. I fire, but miss, of course 

 who can prevail against enchantment ? " Load 

 quickly, sir ! " says Donald in a frenzy of excite- 

 ment, and with his aid two cartridges are soon in 

 the rifle, which he then snatches from my hand. 

 " This way ! we must run for it, but we'll have 

 another chance yet ! " and we do run ! first along 

 the ridge to the left, keeping just above it, " Club- 

 foot " having run below it. Then Donald suddenly 

 halts and plunges back at me. " Tur-r-n back ! this 

 way ! this way ! " and darts down the brae in a 

 slanting direction to the right. I follow as I best 

 can, a rough descent enough, sliding, not to say 

 tumbling, down the heather, jumping over ugly 

 chasms, progressing at full speed over ground difficult 

 at ordinary times to traverse at a walk of course, 

 it is all or most of it down hill still I can hardly 

 understand my own activity and fleetness. The 

 wings of Mercury seem attached to my feet, and 



