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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902
Year: 1902 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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rry and the peak of Ben Teebeyond it are enjoying themselves, theircomfortable years, their panoramic cli-mate. They do not suffer change them-selves. They are careless that the tartanis no longer worn, and MacDonell andMacKenzie have ceased from feud inorder to pass the winters in Piccadilly.The fisher may catch his trout, or go overthe waterfall in careless absorption—which appears probable—and return nomore at night to the Tom Down Inn; itis all one to them and the untroubledcontinuing of time. They have otherconversations. Their Scotch skies arelike The Laird of Logan, a book ofanecdotes, a book of caustic innocence,of infinite wet and dry humor, which maybe purchased in Edinburgh hard by theuniversity. And so one seems to see in the tem-pered excellence of Loch Garry that it isworthy to be classed among better things;how it is well to sit beside it and learnfrom Ben Tee, an original Brahmin, thatall things are one, whether the trout iscaught or the fisher goes over the water-
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Clunie Bridge CLUNIE. 221 fall—which seems to beyet more probable. Andthis unity, I was saying,cannot be photographed.The Wise Traveller hadfaith in his camera, be-cause it could be carriedin the pocket and openedout like a jack-in-the-box. We came late to theTom Down Inn, andfound it a new buildingby the highroad in thewide naked glen. Theold inn stood near by.The landlord explainedthat the rats had gottenthemselves intrenchedthere and driven himout. They had predatoryHighland habits, andskirled the pipes of anight between the floors.The new inn had forguests some Londonsportsmen, whose talkover the cigarettes in thesmoking-room was of thestate of the fishing andthe novels of the season. There was anervous young man wearing pumps, awhite-mustached colonel in the Indianservice who seemed likely to have thingslocked in his memory, and a hesitatinggentleman of seventy who had fished theGarry these thirty summers. The windswithout cried in black night on the moorsa melancholy Celtic ca

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