Alabama, ig 13. 67 



Yelled on the view the opening pack ; 

 Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them back; 

 To many a mingled sound at once 

 The awaken'd mountain gave response, 

 A hundred dogs bay'd deep and strong, 

 Clatter'd a hundred steeds along, 

 Their peal the merry horns rung out, 

 A hundred voices join'd the shout; 

 With hark and whoop and wild halloo, 

 No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew, 

 Far from the tumult fled the roe, 

 Close in her covert cower'd the doe, 

 The falcon, from her cairn on high, 

 Cast on the rout a wondering eye, 

 Till far beyond her piercing ken 

 The hurricane had swept the glen. 

 Faint, and more faint, its failing din 

 Return'd from cavern, cliff and linn, 

 And silence settled, wide and still, 

 On the lone wood and mighty hill. 



Less loud the sounds of sylvan war 

 Disturb'd the heights of Uam-Var, 

 And roused the cavern, where, 'tis told, 

 A giant made his den of old ; 

 For ere that steep ascent was won, 

 High in his pathway hung the sun, 

 And many a gallant, stayed perforce, 

 Was fain to breathe his faltering horse 

 And of the trackers of the deer, 

 Scarce half the lessening pack was near; 

 So shrewdly on the mountain side 

 Had the bold burst their mettle tried. 



The noble stag was pausing now, 

 Upon the mountain's southern brow, 

 Where broad extended, far beneath, 

 The varied realms of fair Menteith, 

 With anxious eye he wander'd o'er 

 Mountain and meadow, moss and moor, 



