. The land of heather . f the nobility,fled from their homes and built a woodland hut here. O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,They war twa bonny lasses !They bigget a bower on yon theekit it oer wi rashes. In its seclusion they intended to live till the dan-gers of contagion were past. But their lovers pres-ently sought them out, and unfortunately at the sametime brought the plague with them. Both maidstook the disease and died. After their death the at-tempt was made to take their bodies to the when the bearers came to the ford in the riversome distance below, the authorities
. The land of heather . f the nobility,fled from their homes and built a woodland hut here. O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,They war twa bonny lasses !They bigget a bower on yon theekit it oer wi rashes. In its seclusion they intended to live till the dan-gers of contagion were past. But their lovers pres-ently sought them out, and unfortunately at the sametime brought the plague with them. Both maidstook the disease and died. After their death the at-tempt was made to take their bodies to the when the bearers came to the ford in the riversome distance below, the authorities, fearful that theplague would be spread, refused to allow them tocross. So Bessie Bell and Mary Gray were buriedby the waterside near the ford, and now a weather-worn shaft of stone enclosed by a rusty, decrepit squareof iron fence marks their grave. Close by is a secondcairn of stone, which no doubt was piled up to markthe maidens resting place long before the monumentwithin the iron fence was erected. The great trees. LoGiE Ruin A Rural Hamlet S3 tower up overhead and make the glade below very-shadowy and quiet save for the unceasing ripple ofthe near stream ; and the day I was there the stillnessand wildness of the spot were accentuated by the ap-pearance of a little mouse that crept in and out of thecrannies of the stone heap. As I was loitering along the path on my way backto Logie House I was overtaken by an old shepherdwith a crook in his hands and a collie at his heels. Its vera warum thae day/ he remarked by wayof greeting. The Drumtochty folk never said Good morning,or, Good afternoon, but instead made some com-ment on the weather, declaring it was warum, cauld,stormy, or whatever it happened to be at the statements did not always seem very instance, stormy simply meant windy, while rain was a term only used to express the super-lative. The drops might be falling thick and fast,and yet a man responding to a friend who hadmentioned that it was
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