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Up the winding water, to the sedges and reeds below the little yard,

glided the boy Ephraim in his boat The Quakeress started, and the color

flaentle face She took up the distaff that she had dropped,

and fell to work again "Thee us MacLean," she

said "I trust that rieve me, and

my father and my mother and Ephraim"-"I care not for thy father and an ireen glen where

us, son of Hector, son of

Lachlan, son of Murdoch, son of Angus that was narandson of Hector of the Battles, as son of Lachlan

Lubanach! But here I am a landless man, with none to do me honor,--a

wretch bereft of liberty"-"Toa little in her

work, "thee has nohat thee thyself calls freedom For God meant not

that one of his creatures should say to another: 'Lo, here am I! Behold

thy God!' To me, and my father and mother and Ephraim, thee is no bond