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Sir Thomas Dick Lauder. Highland Legends
Highland Legends
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HIGHLAND LEGENDS
SCOTTISH MOORLAND SCENERY
THE BURNING OF MACFARLANE’S FOREST OF BEN LAOIDH
COMPARATIVELY RECENT DESTRUCTION OF THE FORESTS
MR. RUSSEL AND THE REAVER
SCENERY OF THE FINDHORN
THE CAIRN OF THE LOVERS
HILL OF THE AITNOCH
LEGEND OF JOHN MACKAY OF ROSS-SHIRE, CALLED IAN MORE ARRACH, OR BIG JOHN THE RENTER OF THE MILK OF THE COWS
MORNING SCENE
THE LEGEND OF JOHN MACPHERSON OF INVERESHIE
A STRANGER APPEARS
LEGEND OF THE FLOATING ISLET
DOMINIE DELIGHTED
LEGEND OF ALLAN WITH THE RED JACKET
FEUDAL HEROES
GLENGARRY’S REVENGE
LONG YARNS
THE LEGEND OF THE BUILDING OF BALLINDALLOCH
SOMNOSALMONIA
LEGEND OF THE LAST GRANT OF TULLOCHCARRON
ANTIQUARIAN DISCUSSION
LEGEND OF CHIRSTY ROSS
FRESH LIGHT UPON THE SUBJECT
LEGEND OF CHIRSTY ROSS—Continued
COMPLIMENTARY CRITICISM
LEGEND OF GIBBON MORE CUMIN AND HIS DAUGHTER BIGLA
VELVET CUSHIONS
LEGEND OF THE RIVAL LAIRDS OF STRATHSPEY
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When the chief recovered from his swoon, he found himself lying on his back, in a shallow part of the little stream, which there crept along between two great stony masses. He had been struck down by the spray and smaller branches of the upper boughs of the tree, which, fortunately for him, had rested across the great stones in such a manner as to form an arch over his body, and as this arch naturally produced a rush of air under it, he was thus saved alike from being crushed to death and from suffocation. Raising himself on his hands and knees, he made his way out from under the burning boughs, and got up so stunned and battered, that some moments elapsed ere he quite recovered his recollection. Recent events then crowded fast to his mind, and with these his anxiety for the safety of Angus recurred more strongly than ever. He called loudly and frequently on him by name, but the well-known voice of his faithful follower came not in return. A lurid light was thrown down into the depth of the ravine by the conflagration which was spreading widely above. He moved anxiously around the tree, looking earnestly everywhere underneath the smoking branches, till at last the manly countenance of Angus Macfarlane met his eye. The forehead exhibited a fearful ghastly-looking wound, and his body was lying so crushed down beneath the boughs that pressed upon it, as to take away all chance that a spark of life remained within it. With desperate strength and anguish of mind the chief drew his claymore, and hewed away the interposing branches, till he had so far relieved the body as to be able to draw it forth. He eagerly felt for the pulses of life, but they were for ever stilled.
“Alas, alas, my faithful Angus!” cried Macfarlane, “art thou gone for ever! Alas, thy fate was indeed too truly read! But I cannot leave thee to feed the devouring flames, or to be a banquet for the ravens when this awful burning shall have passed away. Alas! I promised to provide for thy bridal, and now, since it hath pleased Heaven to dispose it otherwise, it shall not be said that thy chief permitted thee to lack funereal rites!”
