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"
Alan
,
"
said
I
,
"
what
is
the
sense
of
this
?
Ye
ken
very
well
yon
Campbell-man
lies
in
his
blood
upon
the
road
.
"
He
was
silent
for
a
little
;
then
says
he
,
"
Did
ever
ye
hear
tell
of
the
story
of
the
Man
and
the
Good
People
?
"
--
by
which
he
meant
the
fairies
.
"
No
,
"
said
I
,
"
nor
do
I
want
to
hear
it
.
"
"
With
your
permission
,
Mr.
Balfour
,
I
will
tell
it
you
,
whatever
,
"
says
Alan
.
"
The
man
,
ye
should
ken
,
was
cast
upon
a
rock
in
the
sea
,
where
it
appears
the
Good
People
were
in
use
to
come
and
rest
as
they
went
through
to
Ireland
.
The
name
of
this
rock
is
called
the
Skerryvore
,
and
it
's
not
far
from
where
we
suffered
ship-wreck
.
Well
,
it
seems
the
man
cried
so
sore
,
if
he
could
just
see
his
little
bairn
before
he
died
!
that
at
last
the
king
of
the
Good
People
took
peety
upon
him
,
and
sent
one
flying
that
brought
back
the
bairn
in
a
poke
and
laid
it
down
beside
the
man
where
he
lay
sleeping
.
So
when
the
man
woke
,
there
was
a
poke
beside
him
and
something
into
the
inside
of
it
that
moved
.
Well
,
it
seems
he
was
one
of
these
gentry
that
think
aye
the
worst
of
things
;
and
for
greater
security
,
he
stuck
his
dirk
throughout
that
poke
before
he
opened
it
,
and
there
was
his
bairn
dead
.
I
am
thinking
to
myself
,
Mr.
Balfour
,
that
you
and
the
man
are
very
much
alike
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
you
had
no
hand
in
it
?
"
cried
I
,
sitting
up
.
"
I
will
tell
you
first
of
all
,
Mr.
Balfour
of
Shaws
,
as
one
friend
to
another
,
"
said
Alan
,
"
that
if
I
were
going
to
kill
a
gentleman
,
it
would
not
be
in
my
own
country
,
to
bring
trouble
on
my
clan
;
and
I
would
not
go
wanting
sword
and
gun
,
and
with
a
long
fishing-rod
upon
my
back
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
I
,
"
that
's
true
!
"
"
And
now
,
"
continued
Alan
,
taking
out
his
dirk
and
laying
his
hand
upon
it
in
a
certain
manner
,
"
I
swear
upon
the
Holy
Iron
I
had
neither
art
nor
part
,
act
nor
thought
in
it
.
"
"
I
thank
God
for
that
!
"
cried
I
,
and
offered
him
my
hand
.
