Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 165 |
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Then , as I looked to- and then off to the lochs and wards the hill - tops whence
the streams . At first my sport thin mist of morn was trailing , prospered mightily .
With a he followed my gaze . “ See , " drake - wing I killed a salmon he said with ...
Then , as I looked to- and then off to the lochs and wards the hill - tops whence
the streams . At first my sport thin mist of morn was trailing , prospered mightily .
With a he followed my gaze . “ See , " drake - wing I killed a salmon he said with ...
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I hae got the had a shrewd brain beneath his sheep doun frae the hill , but thatch
of hair , for I had tried the lambs will never thole this . him once or twice , and
found We maun pray that it will no him abundantly intelligent . He last . " had
some ...
I hae got the had a shrewd brain beneath his sheep doun frae the hill , but thatch
of hair , for I had tried the lambs will never thole this . him once or twice , and
found We maun pray that it will no him abundantly intelligent . He last . " had
some ...
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There hills . are devils at the back o ' every “ This place should be a stane and
hidin ' in every cleuch , centre for such ... You and it's by the grace o ' God know
that the name of the alone that a man is alive upon hill behind the house , as far
the ...
There hills . are devils at the back o ' every “ This place should be a stane and
hidin ' in every cleuch , centre for such ... You and it's by the grace o ' God know
that the name of the alone that a man is alive upon hill behind the house , as far
the ...
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I am a man that which interests in this fears God , and has nae time countryside , "
said I , gaily . for daft stories ; but I havena Again he cast the same queer
traivelled the hills for twenty frightened glance towards the years wi ' my een shut
.
I am a man that which interests in this fears God , and has nae time countryside , "
said I , gaily . for daft stories ; but I havena Again he cast the same queer
traivelled the hills for twenty frightened glance towards the years wi ' my een shut
.
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My bonny I aince sterted to speir about man , if ye lived a twalmonth in thae
maitters , I wadna keep my thae hills , ye wad sing safter reason . ” about
exploded myths , as ye call “ Then that was what hap- them . ” pened on the hill
this morning ?
My bonny I aince sterted to speir about man , if ye lived a twalmonth in thae
maitters , I wadna keep my thae hills , ye wad sing safter reason . ” about
exploded myths , as ye call “ Then that was what hap- them . ” pened on the hill
this morning ?
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