The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . n, years ago, in themisty land of his birth, w^hen the reddeer and the sheep w^ere sw-ept downthe glens to the sea, and men withthem. What of the cattle, Ian, boy? I ran and led the bull out of hisshed, and turned him to the highfield. The kine will follow him,maybe. Eh, sir! There wall not bea living thing left in the valley bymorning. Hark to the river! The voice of the river was in theirears, a great and sullen roar. Andanother voice also; Angus wasscarcely aware that it was he whohad cried out, until
The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . n, years ago, in themisty land of his birth, w^hen the reddeer and the sheep w^ere sw-ept downthe glens to the sea, and men withthem. What of the cattle, Ian, boy? I ran and led the bull out of hisshed, and turned him to the highfield. The kine will follow him,maybe. Eh, sir! There wall not bea living thing left in the valley bymorning. Hark to the river! The voice of the river was in theirears, a great and sullen roar. Andanother voice also; Angus wasscarcely aware that it was he whohad cried out, until he saw it inlans white face. Ross MacLeod. 0 Ross Mac-Leod! Indeed, sir, he is no better thandead, unless he took warning. Not yet, Ian, not yet. He dashed open the door, and theboy clung to him. What would you be Mackenzie ? I am going to Ross should go to him but I? With the opening of the door, thebreath of the Avet wind, the sight ofa dim moon plunging down to thebrown flood, old Angus Mackenzieentered into his youth again. White moon and vellow lantern I. Dratrimj by J. II. Brntfii101 ?HIS FAR-SIGHTED EYES LOOKED OXTT OF THE WINDOW 102 THE CANADIAN MAGAZINE showed them waves of dark Hood-water lapping among the bushes onthe clitt-edge. The ice-dam abovethe bridge had yielded, and the cur-rent was blotted with tioating lumber, young trees,boughs, a drowned cow or two, Avereswept past them to the lake. Iansaw a tall aspen growing half downthe bank break aw^ay slowly; he sawan overhang of earth collapse witha foaming splash. But Angus heedednone of these things. What would you be doing,Maister Mackenzie ? The wet wind lashed their voicesaway from them, but Angus pointedto the hen-house. There was an oldpunt laid up behind it. It was Anguswho ran to the lean-to for the oldsculls. It was the strength of Angussshoulder that launched the puntthrough the drowned aspens and thesucking mud. He thrust the steeringpaddle into lans hands, and hi
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