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"
Ay
,
"
said
I.
"
Well
,
then
,
"
says
he
,
"
let
us
strike
for
that
.
Its
name
is
Ben
Alder
.
it
is
a
wild
,
desert
mountain
full
of
hills
and
hollows
,
and
if
we
can
win
to
it
before
the
morn
,
we
may
do
yet
.
"
"
But
,
Alan
,
"
cried
I
,
"
that
will
take
us
across
the
very
coming
of
the
soldiers
!
"
"
I
ken
that
fine
,
"
said
he
;
"
but
if
we
are
driven
back
on
Appin
,
we
are
two
dead
men
.
So
now
,
David
man
,
be
brisk
!
"
With
that
he
began
to
run
forward
on
his
hands
and
knees
with
an
incredible
quickness
,
as
though
it
were
his
natural
way
of
going
.
All
the
time
,
too
,
he
kept
winding
in
and
out
in
the
lower
parts
of
the
moorland
where
we
were
the
best
concealed
.
Some
of
these
had
been
burned
or
at
least
scathed
with
fire
;
and
there
rose
in
our
faces
(
which
were
close
to
the
ground
)
a
blinding
,
choking
dust
as
fine
as
smoke
.
The
water
was
long
out
;
and
this
posture
of
running
on
the
hands
and
knees
brings
an
overmastering
weakness
and
weariness
,
so
that
the
joints
ache
and
the
wrists
faint
under
your
weight
.
Now
and
then
,
indeed
,
where
was
a
big
bush
of
heather
,
we
lay
awhile
,
and
panted
,
and
putting
aside
the
leaves
,
looked
back
at
the
dragoons
.
They
had
not
spied
us
,
for
they
held
straight
on
;
a
half-troop
,
I
think
,
covering
about
two
miles
of
ground
,
and
beating
it
mighty
thoroughly
as
they
went
.
I
had
awakened
just
in
time
;
a
little
later
,
and
we
must
have
fled
in
front
of
them
,
instead
of
escaping
on
one
side
.
Even
as
it
was
,
the
least
misfortune
might
betray
us
;
and
now
and
again
,
when
a
grouse
rose
out
of
the
heather
with
a
clap
of
wings
,
we
lay
as
still
as
the
dead
and
were
afraid
to
breathe
.
The
aching
and
faintness
of
my
body
,
the
labouring
of
my
heart
,
the
soreness
of
my
hands
,
and
the
smarting
of
my
throat
and
eyes
in
the
continual
smoke
of
dust
and
ashes
,
had
soon
grown
to
be
so
unbearable
that
I
would
gladly
have
given
up
.
Nothing
but
the
fear
of
Alan
lent
me
enough
of
a
false
kind
of
courage
to
continue
.
As
for
himself
(
and
you
are
to
bear
in
mind
that
he
was
cumbered
with
a
great-coat
)
he
had
first
turned
crimson
,
but
as
time
went
on
the
redness
began
to
be
mingled
with
patches
of
white
;
his
breath
cried
and
whistled
as
it
came
;
and
his
voice
,
when
he
whispered
his
observations
in
my
ear
during
our
halts
,
sounded
like
nothing
human
.
Yet
he
seemed
in
no
way
dashed
in
spirits
,
nor
did
he
at
all
abate
in
his
activity
,
so
that
I
was
driven
to
marvel
at
the
man
's
endurance
.
At
length
,
in
the
first
gloaming
of
the
night
,
we
heard
a
trumpet
sound
,
and
looking
back
from
among
the
heather
,
saw
the
troop
beginning
to
collect
.
A
little
after
,
they
had
built
a
fire
and
camped
for
the
night
,
about
the
middle
of
the
waste
.
