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which now glittered in the sun, and the streams working 

 their way rapidly through the bogs, and coursing down to 

 the burns. Those burns which but a short hour ago crept 

 lazily through the mossy stones, were now filled with a 

 raging, turbid torrent, rolling onwards, irresistible in its 

 course, as the lava-streams of a volcano ; all then is passed, 

 and the moor is still again. 



" You're no thinking of the taishe now, Peter." 



" Ou ! but I'm thinking my legs are all arred, and that 

 the fireflaught is in them still, and will be no be out of 

 them the nicht ; and do you no ken that yon point from 

 which the storm came, is Cairn-na-gour, and that it was 

 frae that vera tapmost hill that Willie Robertson, the auld 

 forester, him that used to kill the outlying deer by Gaig, 

 sung the lament ? It was foreby that Beg he stood, and 

 showed John Crerer the taps of a' the high hills from Aber- 

 deenshire to Inverness-shire, and ca'd them by name, be- 

 ginning at Tarff Forest in Atholl, and passing on to the 

 taps of the Argyleshire hills, to those of Lochaber, Inver- 

 ness, and Aberdeenshire, where he said he had spent mony 

 a pleasant day. He turned round the tap of the hill, and 

 disappeared. Crerer turned round a wee whilie after, and 

 spied him nearly a mile aff on his way hame ; he followed 

 and owertook him, and found him sorrowful, and the tears 

 falling from his een. He said, * I shall never see again what 

 I hae see the day ; ' and troth, he never did. He died at 

 the great age of ninety-two." 



" Ah, poor fellow, and loath, very loath was he to leave 

 his dear hills ; for when Stewart, the ground officer, asked 

 him if he thought himself in danger, he said that he knew 

 he was dying, and that he had little chance of ever seeing 

 the Duke again in this world; but he hoped that when his 

 Grace was taken away also, he would meet him at heaven's 

 gate, and welcome him in. He then began praying ; and, 

 in the middle of his prayer, asked Stewart, ' if it was true 

 that his grace was going to make a road up Glen Mark and 

 Glen Dirrie.' Stewart told him ' that was only a joke.' 

 William answered, 'that making the road would be no 

 joke.' 



" But he enjoyed a long and happy life, and I hope you 

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