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"
Ay
,
is
he
so
!
"
said
Alan
.
"
Still
in
his
own
country
and
kept
by
his
own
clan
.
King
George
can
do
no
more
.
"
I
think
I
would
have
asked
farther
,
but
Alan
gave
me
the
put-off
.
"
I
am
rather
wearied
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
I
would
like
fine
to
get
a
sleep
.
"
And
without
more
words
,
he
rolled
on
his
face
in
a
deep
heather
bush
,
and
seemed
to
sleep
at
once
.
There
was
no
such
thing
possible
for
me
.
You
have
heard
grasshoppers
whirring
in
the
grass
in
the
summer
time
?
Well
,
I
had
no
sooner
closed
my
eyes
,
than
my
body
,
and
above
all
my
head
,
belly
,
and
wrists
,
seemed
to
be
filled
with
whirring
grasshoppers
;
and
I
must
open
my
eyes
again
at
once
,
and
tumble
and
toss
,
and
sit
up
and
lie
down
;
and
look
at
the
sky
which
dazzled
me
,
or
at
Cluny
's
wild
and
dirty
sentries
,
peering
out
over
the
top
of
the
brae
and
chattering
to
each
other
in
the
Gaelic
.
That
was
all
the
rest
I
had
,
until
the
messenger
returned
;
when
,
as
it
appeared
that
Cluny
would
be
glad
to
receive
us
,
we
must
get
once
more
upon
our
feet
and
set
forward
.
Alan
was
in
excellent
good
spirits
,
much
refreshed
by
his
sleep
,
very
hungry
,
and
looking
pleasantly
forward
to
a
dram
and
a
dish
of
hot
collops
,
of
which
,
it
seems
,
the
messenger
had
brought
him
word
.
For
my
part
,
it
made
me
sick
to
hear
of
eating
.
I
had
been
dead-heavy
before
,
and
now
I
felt
a
kind
of
dreadful
lightness
,
which
would
not
suffer
me
to
walk
.
I
drifted
like
a
gossamer
;
the
ground
seemed
to
me
a
cloud
,
the
hills
a
feather-weight
,
the
air
to
have
a
current
,
like
a
running
burn
,
which
carried
me
to
and
fro
.
With
all
that
,
a
sort
of
horror
of
despair
sat
on
my
mind
,
so
that
I
could
have
wept
at
my
own
helplessness
.
I
saw
Alan
knitting
his
brows
at
me
,
and
supposed
it
was
in
anger
;
and
that
gave
me
a
pang
of
light-headed
fear
,
like
what
a
child
may
have
.
I
remember
,
too
,
that
I
was
smiling
,
and
could
not
stop
smiling
,
hard
as
I
tried
;
for
I
thought
it
was
out
of
place
at
such
a
time
But
my
good
companion
had
nothing
in
his
mind
but
kindness
;
and
the
next
moment
,
two
of
the
gillies
had
me
by
the
arms
,
and
I
began
to
be
carried
forward
with
great
swiftness
(
or
so
it
appeared
to
me
,
although
I
dare
say
it
was
slowly
enough
in
truth
)
,
through
a
labyrinth
of
dreary
glens
and
hollows
and
into
the
heart
of
that
dismal
mountain
of
Ben
Alder
.
We
came
at
last
to
the
foot
of
an
exceeding
steep
wood
,
which
scrambled
up
a
craggy
hillside
,
and
was
crowned
by
a
naked
precipice
.
"
It
's
here
,
"
said
one
of
the
guides
,
and
we
struck
up
hill
.
The
trees
clung
upon
the
slope
,
like
sailors
on
the
shrouds
of
a
ship
,
and
their
trunks
were
like
the
rounds
of
a
ladder
,
by
which
we
mounted
.
