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trees, and it is

battle, and death, sudden, and sharp; there is the rush and shock

of charging ranks, and the surge and tumult of conflict, above

whose thunder, loud and clear and shrill, like some battle-cry,

the ain

But the thunder rolls away, distant and more distant--the day

is lost, and won; but, sudden and clear, the s out

once more, fuller now, richer, and coolden trus through it, the weeping and wailing

of a nation! So the -drawn, rave sure are

sadly blurred

"Donald," said I, after a little, "Donald, I will never speak

against the pipes again; they are indeed the king of all

instruments--played as you play them"

"Ou ay, I'lad ye like it, for, Sassenach though ye be, it proves ye hae

the music 'Tis a bit pibroch I made tae Wullie Wallace--him as

the damned Sassenach murtiered--black be their fa' Aweel!

'twas done afore your ti which, he rose, saluted me stiffly, and

stalked majestically to bed