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Title: The true story book
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
Subjects: History Adventure and adventurers
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green

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e of which iscovered with a growth of brackens from five to six feet high, mixedwith large masses of foxgloves, of such luxuriance that the stemssometimes rise five from a single root, and more than seven feetin height, of which there is often an extent of five feet ofblossoms, loaded with a succession of magnificent bells. As wecrossed below this beautiful covert, I observed Dreadnought sud-denly turn up the wind towards it. I immediately made for thecrest beyond where the bank rises smooth and open, and whenceI had a free swreep of the summit and of both sides. I hadjust reached the top when the dog entered the thicket of the ferns,and I saw their tall heads stir about twenty yards before him, 1 The woodcocks brae, from the frequency with which they breed there. 30 ADVENTURES ON THE FINDHORN followed by a roar from his deep tongue, and a fine buck bolted upthe brae. I gave a short whistle to stop him, and immediately hestood to listen, but behind a great spruce fir, which then, with
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many others, formed a noble group upon the summit of the terrace.The sound of the dog dislodged him in an instant, and he shot outthrough the open glade, when I followed him with the rifle, andsent him over on his horns like a wheel down the steep, and splash, ADVENTURES ON THE FINDHOEN 31 like a round shot, into the little rill at its foot. We brittled him011 the knog of an old pine, and rewarded the dog, and drank theDochfalla; when, having occasion to send the piper to the otherside of the wood, and being so near home, I shouldered the roe,and took the way for the ford of Craig-Darach, a strong widebroken stream with a very bad bottom, but the nearest then pass-able. As I descended the Bruach-gharbh, Dreadnought stopped andlooked up into a pine, then approaching the tree, searched it allround with his nose. I scanned the branches, but could see nothingexcept an old hawks nest, which had been disused long ago; andif it had not, I do not understand how it should be interesting to aho

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