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“Hoot, hoot,’ said Alan, looking mighty silly. “The day comes unco soon in this month of July; and to-morrow there’ll be a fine to-do in Appin, a fine riding of dragoons, and crying of ‘Cruachan!’[1] and running of red-coats; and it behoves you and me to the sooner be gone.”
Thereupon we said farewell, and set out again, bending somewhat eastwards, in a fine mild dark night, and over much the same broken country as before.
- ↑ The rallying-word of the Campbells.
