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Alan
gave
way
at
last
,
but
with
only
half
a
heart
.
"
It
's
one
of
the
dowiest
countries
in
Scotland
,
"
said
he
.
"
There
's
naething
there
that
I
ken
,
but
heath
,
and
crows
,
and
Campbells
.
But
I
see
that
ye
're
a
man
of
some
penetration
;
and
be
it
as
ye
please
!
"
We
set
forth
accordingly
by
this
itinerary
;
and
for
the
best
part
of
three
nights
travelled
on
eerie
mountains
and
among
the
well-heads
of
wild
rivers
;
often
buried
in
mist
,
almost
continually
blown
and
rained
upon
,
and
not
once
cheered
by
any
glimpse
of
sunshine
.
By
day
,
we
lay
and
slept
in
the
drenching
heather
;
by
night
,
incessantly
clambered
upon
break-neck
hills
and
among
rude
crags
.
We
often
wandered
;
we
were
often
so
involved
in
fog
,
that
we
must
lie
quiet
till
it
lightened
.
A
fire
was
never
to
be
thought
of
.
Our
only
food
was
drammach
and
a
portion
of
cold
meat
that
we
had
carried
from
the
Cage
;
and
as
for
drink
,
Heaven
knows
we
had
no
want
of
water
.
This
was
a
dreadful
time
,
rendered
the
more
dreadful
by
the
gloom
of
the
weather
and
the
country
.
I
was
never
warm
;
my
teeth
chattered
in
my
head
;
I
was
troubled
with
a
very
sore
throat
,
such
as
I
had
on
the
isle
;
I
had
a
painful
stitch
in
my
side
,
which
never
left
me
;
and
when
I
slept
in
my
wet
bed
,
with
the
rain
beating
above
and
the
mud
oozing
below
me
,
it
was
to
live
over
again
in
fancy
the
worst
part
of
my
adventures
--
to
see
the
tower
of
Shaws
lit
by
lightning
,
Ransome
carried
below
on
the
men
's
backs
,
Shuan
dying
on
the
round-house
floor
,
or
Colin
Campbell
grasping
at
the
bosom
of
his
coat
.
From
such
broken
slumbers
,
I
would
be
aroused
in
the
gloaming
,
to
sit
up
in
the
same
puddle
where
I
had
slept
,
and
sup
cold
drammach
;
the
rain
driving
sharp
in
my
face
or
running
down
my
back
in
icy
trickles
;
the
mist
enfolding
us
like
as
in
a
gloomy
chamber
--
or
,
perhaps
,
if
the
wind
blew
,
falling
suddenly
apart
and
showing
us
the
gulf
of
some
dark
valley
where
the
streams
were
crying
aloud
.
The
sound
of
an
infinite
number
of
rivers
came
up
from
all
round
.
In
this
steady
rain
the
springs
of
the
mountain
were
broken
up
;
every
glen
gushed
water
like
a
cistern
;
every
stream
was
in
high
spate
,
and
had
filled
and
overflowed
its
channel
.
During
our
night
tramps
,
it
was
solemn
to
hear
the
voice
of
them
below
in
the
valleys
,
now
booming
like
thunder
,
now
with
an
angry
cry
.
I
could
well
understand
the
story
of
the
Water
Kelpie
,
that
demon
of
the
streams
,
who
is
fabled
to
keep
wailing
and
roaring
at
the
ford
until
the
coming
of
the
doomed
traveller
.
Alan
I
saw
believed
it
,
or
half
believed
it
;
and
when
the
cry
of
the
river
rose
more
than
usually
sharp
,
I
was
little
surprised
(
though
,
of
course
,
I
would
still
be
shocked
)
to
see
him
cross
himself
in
the
manner
of
the
Catholics
.
During
all
these
horrid
wanderings
we
had
no
familiarity
,
scarcely
even
that
of
speech
.
The
truth
is
that
I
was
sickening
for
my
grave
,
which
is
my
best
excuse
.
But
besides
that
I
was
of
an
unforgiving
disposition
from
my
birth
,
slow
to
take
offence
,
slower
to
forget
it
,
and
now
incensed
both
against
my
companion
and
myself
.
For
the
best
part
of
two
days
he
was
unweariedly
kind
;
silent
,
indeed
,
but
always
ready
to
help
,
and
always
hoping
(
as
I
could
very
well
see
)
that
my
displeasure
would
blow
by
.
For
the
same
length
of
time
I
stayed
in
myself
,
nursing
my
anger
,
roughly
refusing
his
services
,
and
passing
him
over
with
my
eyes
as
if
he
had
been
a
bush
or
a
stone
.
The
second
night
,
or
rather
the
peep
of
the
third
day
,
found
us
upon
a
very
open
hill
,
so
that
we
could
not
follow
our
usual
plan
and
lie
down
immediately
to
eat
and
sleep
.
Before
we
had
reached
a
place
of
shelter
,
the
grey
had
come
pretty
clear
,
for
though
it
still
rained
,
the
clouds
ran
higher
;
and
Alan
,
looking
in
my
face
,
showed
some
marks
of
concern
.
"
Ye
had
better
let
me
take
your
pack
,
"
said
he
,
for
perhaps
the
ninth
time
since
we
had
parted
from
the
scout
beside
Loch
Rannoch
.
"
I
do
very
well
,
I
thank
you
,
"
said
I
,
as
cold
as
ice
.
