A Boyhood in Scotland 



killing a big wolf. We have to look far back to 

 learn how great may be the capacity of a child's 

 heart for sorrow and sympathy with animals 

 as well as with human friends and neighbors. 

 This auld-lang-syne story stands out in the 

 throng of old schoolday memories as clearly 

 as if I had myself been one of that Welsh 

 hunting-party — heard the bugles blowing, 

 seen Gelert slain, joined in the search for the 

 lost child, discovered it at last happy and smil- 

 ing among the grass and bushes beside the dead, 

 mangled wolf, and wept with Llewell3m over 

 the sad fate of his noble, faithful dog friend. 



Another favorite in this book was Southey's 

 poem "The Inchcape Bell," a story of a priest 

 and a pirate. A good priest in order to warn 

 seamen in dark stormy weather hung a big 

 bell on the dangerous Inchcape Rock. The 

 greater the storm and higher the waves, the 

 louder rang the warning bell, until it was cut 

 off and sunk by wicked Ralph the Rover. One 

 fine day, as the story goes, when the bell was 

 ringing gently, the pirate put out to the rock, 

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