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670<br />

<strong>The</strong> Uichland MojitJUy.<br />

struggling with the unwieldy thing, when a sudden gust <strong>of</strong><br />

wind relieved me <strong>of</strong> all anxiety with regard to it, b\' flapp-<br />

ing it inside out two or three times in rapid succession, and<br />

finally tearing the cloth <strong>of</strong>f the stem, and whirling it like a<br />

huge raven away down the hill. I thought <strong>of</strong> throwing the<br />

stem after it, but on reflection I perceived that the wind<br />

had thoughtfulh' relieved me <strong>of</strong> a positive nuisance, and<br />

pro\'ided me with a good and efficient support, so I stuck<br />

manfully to m}- umbrella-stem, and after I had cut <strong>of</strong>f some<br />

small debris which the wind had not cleared, I went forward<br />

with a lighter hand and heart.<br />

At this juncture, by way <strong>of</strong> pro\-ing that good fortune<br />

never comes singl}', I believe I did actually strike the road ;<br />

it was—like the gain in the loss <strong>of</strong> the umbrella— purely<br />

accidental. I looked behind and ahead <strong>of</strong> me, and could<br />

.see to my delight that there w as a more or less continuous<br />

track winding its wa)- round brae faces and over hills.<br />

How I happened to get on to it shall nexcr be ex-<br />

plained. Be that as it may, there 1 was, a solitar\' speck on<br />

an undoubted man's trail, leading from somewhere to some-<br />

whither.<br />

On more intimate knowledge, howexer, I found the<br />

track not altogether an advantage. In dry weather it<br />

would have been better, no doubt, but after some six weeks<br />

<strong>of</strong> more or less incessant rain, it led mc into bogs, and wet<br />

rank grass, places which were certain 1\' worse than the<br />

hopping about from one heathery knoll to another, which<br />

had characterised my progress before.<br />

However, there was a certain companionship in it, just<br />

as there was in recognising here and there the sheeps-bit, the<br />

grass <strong>of</strong> Parnassus, the scabious, and the stag moss,<br />

mingling with the universal heather, the crowberry, the<br />

sweet mountain th)-mc, and the humble tormentil. Yes,<br />

there certainly was a companionship in it, for the feet <strong>of</strong><br />

man had worn it into existence, and it mu.st lead to a<br />

desired end. My attention was, however, more directed to<br />

keeping it in \ icw rather than taking the natural use <strong>of</strong> it.

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