Down North and Up Along 
mountain and in trouble. He prepared to go 
out and his wife said it was folly, for the parson 
was not expected to pass at that time of the 
month. But such terror now seized the man 
that he was compelled to go ; and stumbling 
through the snow he at last found the object of 
his search, who, overcome by the cold, had sunk 
down and ceased to exert himself. If he had 
not been found in this strange way, he would 
surely have perished that night. 
At Wreck Cove we opened three large gates 
and crossed three broad meadows in order to 
make our call upon Big Rory's folks. Big 
Rory himself was not at home ; but we visited 
with Mrs. Rory, who, we were pleased to find, 
was sister to Mrs. McLeod of Englishtown. 
From Big Rory's to Indian Brook, the way 
was lovely, for the mountains of beauty were 
about us, and we caught occasional glimpses of 
those of Englishtown across the sea. 
The last night we spent at Angus Mc- 
Donald's, who had a large house in the " flat 
lands " not far from Indian Brook. We had 
lingered along the way, visiting with old friends 
and being hailed by new ones, for our fame 
had gone abroad, and every one who was 
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