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736 7 he <strong>Highland</strong> Monthly.<br />

that frowned darkly above our heads far up the side<strong>of</strong> Coulmore,<br />

and had rolled down to the edge <strong>of</strong> the loch. Here<br />

it stood, overlooking a dark pool several feet deep, where,<br />

according to tradition, the abyss had opened its fatal jaws<br />

and swallowed up the ill-fated girl.<br />

I had <strong>of</strong>ten been told that Robert Gordon was well<br />

versed in folklore, and that his fund <strong>of</strong> legends and traditions<br />

was simply inexhaustible ; but though I had on several<br />

occasions before now met him I never had the much longed<br />

for opportunity <strong>of</strong> having a quiet conversation with him.<br />

This morning he seemed to be in an unusually happy mood<br />

for my purpose, so I determined to take advantage <strong>of</strong> the<br />

occasion.<br />

<strong>The</strong> absence <strong>of</strong> any wind precluded the very idea <strong>of</strong><br />

fishing. <strong>The</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> the lake before us still wore its<br />

glassy aspect ; not a cloud darkened the blue vault above<br />

our heads ; the sheep and cattle on the surrounding hills<br />

overcome by the oppressive heat <strong>of</strong> the mid-day sun, had<br />

lain down among the brackens, or in the shade <strong>of</strong> large<br />

boulders, and were lazily chewing the cud or, perchance,<br />

dreaming <strong>of</strong> fertile plains and rich pastures ; the concert in<br />

the grove behind us had suddenly ceased, and all Nature<br />

seemed to be enjoying a tranquil siesta.<br />

I produced my flask and <strong>of</strong>fered some <strong>of</strong> its contents to<br />

my companion, who, despite the warmth <strong>of</strong> the hour, drank<br />

it " neat ;" I then followed suit, diluting mine, however, with<br />

water from the rivulet I have already mentioned. Next I<br />

lit my pipe, and my companion helped himself to several<br />

pinches <strong>of</strong> snuff from his ever-serviceable silver box, and I<br />

was on the point <strong>of</strong> making some remark when a peculiar<br />

noise behind caused us both to turn round to see several<br />

rabbits scamper <strong>of</strong>f in all directions as if they had been<br />

suddenly startled by some unexpected cause. I could not<br />

account for this strange behaviour on the part <strong>of</strong> the rabbits,<br />

and I turned to my companion for an explanation. " Let<br />

us go to yonder hillock," he said, " something has frightened<br />

the rabbits, and I am almost sure it's a weasel." On getting<br />

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