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Coh the sound of Barra, Mary said, "We are a day or two

late, Maggie, but I have not forgotten your tryst We shall run down the

coast now, and round the Mull of Kintyre on the 24th The next day we h?"

"Mair than enough, Miss Cah if it came easy I would leave before that"

"How near we are to the cliffs; we are rippling the shadows along shore

Look at those forlorn headlands, Maggie It was the sombre sadness of this

land that charirt all these isles with their

solitary cells"

"I liked well to read about the Coluels"

"And the hyet that; it

breathes the soul of the saint, and pictures the scene of his saintship

Now to the cries of the sea-birds overhead, let us have a few lines; the

swell of the waves will keep the tiht often see

The face of the ocean

That Iwaves

Over the wide ocean,

When they chaunt ht see its level sparkling strand,

It would be no cause of sorrow,

That I s of the wonderful birds,

Source of happiness;

That Iwaves