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of the knoll, which the next stretch would have placed be- 

 tween us. 



14. I looked to the hill above. The whole herd was 

 streaming up the long, green hollow in its west shoulder, 

 headed "by the mighty of the desert." They rounded and 

 passed the brow, and sloped upward on the other side, till 

 the forest of heads appeared bristling along the sky-line of 

 the summit. In a few moments afterward, as the sun was 

 going down upon the far western hills of Loch Duiach, 

 the terrible wide-forked tree came out in the clear eastern 

 sky on the top of the hill, and, crowding after, at least two 

 hundred heads — crossing and charging and mingling — 

 their polished points flashing in the parting sunbeams, and 

 from many a horn the long streamers of the moss flutter- 

 ing and flying like the pennons and banderoles of lances. 

 The herd continued to file along the ridge of the hill, and, 

 wheeling below the crest, countermarched along the sky- 

 line till their heads and horns slowly decreased against the 

 ligllt. Charles Edward Stuart. 



