The Highland monthly - National Library of Scotland

744 ^-^^^ Highland Monthly.
where it was discovered. It was then that the story of the
tragic fate of Morag Cameron was revived, and it was
generally believed that her supernatural abductor had taken
her to his unknown realm, and, having tired of her, had put
her to death and thrown her body into the waters of the
Dark Loch.
By the time Rob Gordon had concluded the recital of
the above legend, a light breeze from the west was blowing
across the loch, a grey cloud occasionally obscured the sun
and cast a light bluish colour on the water. It was one of
those " model " days for fishing which are so dear to the
heart of every angler. The sheep and cattle had awakened
from their noonday sleep, and were quietly grazing on the
hills, or browsing on the greener and more tender herbage
by the banks of sparkling streams ; the hoarse cry of the
blackcock reached us from heathery corries in the distance,
and the blackbird and thrush resumed their evening carols.
" I mustn't keep you any longer," remarked my com-
panion, " you are to get a splendid afternoon for fishing,
and I hope you will be successful. Thank you for listening
to the foolish tales of an old man like me. Good afternoon,
sir," and whistling for his dogs, the old man left me. I
watched him till he disappeared behind the hillock, from the
top of which I had first observed him. Then, seeing a trout
jump right in front of me and only a few yards from the
shore, I rose and threw my tail-fly, a small " Zulu," lightly
over it. But just at that moment my attention was
distracted by hearing the refrain of a well-known song sung
by a familiar voice. I turned in the direction from which
the words were borne on the breeze, and failed to "strike "
the trout that rose to my fly at the same moment. I
listened attentively for a minute and again heard in the
words of Rob Gordon :
—
" Anns a' ghleann 'san robh mi og,
Anns a' ghleann 'san robh mi og ;
B'e mo mhiann a bhi 'san am sin
Anns a' ghleann 'san robh mi og."
D. M.