. The land of heather . e business it was to care for themoorland sheep. Near the entrance to the glen were the grassy em-bankments of a Roman camp, but a feature of thevalley that interested me more than this relic of thedim past was a great boulder about a mile stood a little aside from the highway, and a much-used path leading to it was evidence that it had manyvisitors. What the attraction was, I could not haveconjectured, had I not heard its story previously. Ithad a smooth, rounding top, and rose above theground to a height of seven or eight feet. At itsbase lay three heavy sto
. The land of heather . e business it was to care for themoorland sheep. Near the entrance to the glen were the grassy em-bankments of a Roman camp, but a feature of thevalley that interested me more than this relic of thedim past was a great boulder about a mile stood a little aside from the highway, and a much-used path leading to it was evidence that it had manyvisitors. What the attraction was, I could not haveconjectured, had I not heard its story previously. Ithad a smooth, rounding top, and rose above theground to a height of seven or eight feet. At itsbase lay three heavy stones, the largest about the sizeof a peck measure. It was a common custom amongtravellers who happened into Glen Urtach to trysaddling the mare — that is, to attempt puttingthe stones up on the boulder. They slid off withsurprising ease, and few persons had the strength orcleverness to lodge all three. Still, it was allowableto boast, even if you only succeeded with the twosmaller ones. That the sport was a popular one.
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