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"
Ah
,
"
said
I
,
"
and
he
would
have
a
feathered
hat
?
"
He
told
me
,
no
,
that
he
was
bareheaded
like
myself
.
At
first
I
thought
Alan
might
have
lost
his
hat
;
and
then
the
rain
came
in
my
mind
,
and
I
judged
it
more
likely
he
had
it
out
of
harm
's
way
under
his
great-coat
.
This
set
me
smiling
,
partly
because
my
friend
was
safe
,
partly
to
think
of
his
vanity
in
dress
.
And
then
the
old
gentleman
clapped
his
hand
to
his
brow
,
and
cried
out
that
I
must
be
the
lad
with
the
silver
button
.
"
Why
,
yes
!
"
said
I
,
in
some
wonder
.
"
Well
,
then
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
"
I
have
a
word
for
you
,
that
you
are
to
follow
your
friend
to
his
country
,
by
Torosay
.
"
He
then
asked
me
how
I
had
fared
,
and
I
told
him
my
tale
.
A
south-country
man
would
certainly
have
laughed
;
but
this
old
gentleman
(
I
call
him
so
because
of
his
manners
,
for
his
clothes
were
dropping
off
his
back
)
heard
me
all
through
with
nothing
but
gravity
and
pity
.
When
I
had
done
,
he
took
me
by
the
hand
,
led
me
into
his
hut
(
it
was
no
better
)
and
presented
me
before
his
wife
,
as
if
she
had
been
the
Queen
and
I
a
duke
.
The
good
woman
set
oat-bread
before
me
and
a
cold
grouse
,
patting
my
shoulder
and
smiling
to
me
all
the
time
,
for
she
had
no
English
;
and
the
old
gentleman
(
not
to
be
behind
)
brewed
me
a
strong
punch
out
of
their
country
spirit
.
All
the
while
I
was
eating
,
and
after
that
when
I
was
drinking
the
punch
,
I
could
scarce
come
to
believe
in
my
good
fortune
;
and
the
house
,
though
it
was
thick
with
the
peat-smoke
and
as
full
of
holes
as
a
colander
,
seemed
like
a
palace
.
The
punch
threw
me
in
a
strong
sweat
and
a
deep
slumber
;
the
good
people
let
me
lie
;
and
it
was
near
noon
of
the
next
day
before
I
took
the
road
,
my
throat
already
easier
and
my
spirits
quite
restored
by
good
fare
and
good
news
.
The
old
gentleman
,
although
I
pressed
him
hard
,
would
take
no
money
,
and
gave
me
an
old
bonnet
for
my
head
;
though
I
am
free
to
own
I
was
no
sooner
out
of
view
of
the
house
than
I
very
jealously
washed
this
gift
of
his
in
a
wayside
fountain
.
Thought
I
to
myself
:
"
If
these
are
the
wild
Highlanders
,
I
could
wish
my
own
folk
wilder
.
