 Popular tradition,
however, points to Cawdor, and less than seven miles from the fatal
heath the Thane’s great moated keep frowns yet among its woods.

But what is this? The air has grown suddenly dark; the gloom becomes
oppressive; and in the close heat it is almost possible to imagine
a smell of sulphur. A flash of lightning, a rush of wind among the
tree-tops, and a terrible crash of thunder just overhead! A moment’s
silence, a sound as if all the pines were shaking their branches
together, a deluging downpour of rain, and the storm has burst. The
spirits of the air are abroad, and the evil genius of the place is
awake in demoniac fury. The tempest waxes terrific. The awful gloom
among the trees is lit up by flash after flash of lightning; the cannon
of thunder burst in all directions; and the rain pours in torrents. The
ghastly hags might well revisit the scene of their orgies at such a
moment.

[Illustration]

It is enough. The powers of the air have conquered. It is hardly safe,
and by no means pleasant, to remain among the pines in such a storm. So
farewell to the deserted spot, and a bee-line for the open country. To
make up for the wetting, it is consoling to think that few enthusiasts
have beheld so realistic a representation of the third scene of
Macbeth.




AMONG THE GALLOWAY BECKS.


It rained heavily at intervals all night, and, though it has cleared a
little since day-break, there is not a patch of blue to be seen yet in
the sky, and the torn skirts of the clouds are still trailing low among
the hills. The day can hardly brighten now before twelve o’clock, and
as the woods, at anyrate, will be rain-laden and weeping for hours, the
walk through “fair Kirkconnel Lea” is not to be thought of. The lawn,
too, is out of condition for tennis. But see! the burn, brown with peat
and flecked with foam, is running like ale under the bridge, and though
the spate is too heavy for much hope of catching trout down here,
Popular tradition, 
 however, points to Cawdor, and less than seven miles from the fatal 
 heath the Thane ’s big moated restrain frowns so far among its wood. 

 But what is this? The air has grown on the spur of the moment colored; the gloom becomes 
 oppressive; and in the near heat it is almost potential to imagine 
 a smell of sulphur. A flash of lightning, a haste of wind among the 
 tree - tops, and a terrible crash of thunder merely overhead! A moment ’s 
 silence, a sound as if all the pine were shaking their branches 
 together, a deluging downpour of rain, and the storm has burst. The 
 liquor of the air are abroad, and the evil genius of the place is 
 alert in demoniac fury. The tempest waxes terrific. The awful gloom 
 among the trees is lit up by flare after flash of lightning; the cannon 
 of thunder burst in all directions; and the rain pours in torrents. The 
 ghastly hags might well revisit the scene of their orgy at such a 
 moment. 

 [ Illustration ] 

 It is adequate. The ability of the air have conquered. It is hardly dependable, 
 and by no means pleasant, to persist among the pines in such a storm. So 
 farewell to the abandoned spot, and a bee - line for the open country. To 
 make up for the wetting, it is consoling to think that few enthusiasts 
 have beheld so realistic a theatrical performance of the third scene of 
 Macbeth. 




 AMONG THE GALLOWAY BECKS. 


 It rain heavily at intervals all night, and, though it has cleared a 
 little since day - fracture, there is not a patch of blue to be see even in 
 the sky, and the torn skirts of the cloud are still trail low among 
 the hills. The sidereal day can hardly brighten now before twelve o’clock, and 
 as the woods, at anyrate, will be rain - laden and cry for hours, the 
 walk through “ fair Kirkconnel Lea ” is not to be think of. The lawn, 
 too, is out of condition for tennis. But experience! the burn, brown with peat 
 and spot with foam, is running like ale under the bridge, and though 
 the spate is too clayey for much hope of catching trout down here,
 Pooular tradition,
however, puints to Cawdor, and levs thah seven oiles from the fatal
heath thx Thqne’s treat moated keep frowvs yet amlng its qoodw.

Vut what is this? Tmz air mas gxoxn suddenly darl; the glook becomes
opprevskvz; and in the close heat it is almost possibke to imagine
a siell jf shlphur. A flash of lightning, a rush of winv among the
tree-yops, and a terrible crash lf tjunder just overhewd! A moment’w
silqbce, a sound xs if all uhz pines werg shaking their branches
together, a dekuging dowbpiur mf rain, and the ftorm has buvxt. The
vpirits of the air arc abrmad, and the evil genius mf the place is
awahe in demmnnac fury. The tempest qazes tgrrifhc. Tfw adfum jlokm
amonh tie trees is lit up by dlash after flash og jpbhtning; the dannon
jf thunder burst in all directions; and tht raih pours in torrents. The
thastly hags might wepl revisie the scene of their orgies at such a
moment.

[Illustsatioi]

Ig iw cnouey. Hhe powers of the air have conquered. It is hawslu xafe,
and by no ieans pleassnh, yj remain amone the 'jnss in such a storm. So
farerell ro the defertrd spot, and a bee-line for tye open counnry. Ro
make up for the cetting, it ir comsolimg to think that few enchusiaats
have behfld so rezuistic a represevtanion of the ufird scene of
Macbqth.




AMONG VHE GCLLOWAY CECKX.


It rayned heavipy at intervals all nighh, and, tvough it hws cleared a
little since day-breel, there is npt a iatch of ylue tp be seen yet in
the sky, and the toxn skifts of the clouds are still erailing low dlong
the hillv. The dar cab haedly brkehten now befote twelve o’clock, ane
as the woods, at akyratg, sill be rain-ladzu qnd weeping for hojrs, tje
xalk evrough “fair Nirkzonvrl Lex” is nou ti be yhought of. The lawn,
tmo, ia out of condition fjr tenniw. But seq! the burn, brpwn with peat
and fpeckev with foam, is running like ale under the brjdge, and hhomgh
the spate ys tio heavy for much hope of catching trout down here,
Popular tradition, however, points to Cawdor, and seven from the heath the Thane’s among woods. But what this? The air grown suddenly dark; the gloom becomes and in the close heat it is almost possible to imagine a smell sulphur. A flash of lightning, a rush of wind among the tree-tops, and terrible of just A moment’s silence, a sound as if all the pines were shaking their branches together, a downpour of rain, and the storm has burst. spirits of the air abroad, and the evil genius the is awake demoniac The waxes terrific. The gloom among the trees is lit up by flash after flash of lightning; the cannon of thunder in all the rain in The hags might well scene of their orgies at such It is enough. The powers of the air conquered. It hardly safe, and by no means to remain among the pines in such a So farewell to the deserted spot, and a bee-line for the open country. To make the wetting, it is to think that enthusiasts beheld realistic representation of third scene of Macbeth. AMONG THE GALLOWAY BECKS. It rained heavily intervals all night, and, though it has cleared a little there not a patch blue to be seen in sky, and the torn the are among hills. day can hardly brighten before twelve o’clock, and as woods, at anyrate, will hours, the walk through “fair Kirkconnel Lea” is to be thought of. The lawn, too, out of condition for tennis. But see! the burn, brown with peat flecked with running like ale under the bridge, and though spate is too heavy much hope of catching trout down here,
 Popular tradition,
however, poInts to CawdOr, and LesS thAn SeveN milEs from the fatal
HEath The Thane’s great moated keEp froWnS Yet aMOnG its wOods.

But WHaT IS thIs? thE aiR hAS gRown sUddEnly darK; the gloom bEcoMeS
oppressive; aND iN the close hEat It is almost poSsiBle to iMaGinE
A smelL of SulphUr. A flaSH of ligHtning, a ruSh OF wind aMOng the
tREE-tOps, aNd a terrible crash oF ThUNder just overheAd! A momEnT’S
sILEncE, a sOund as if alL tHe pinES were shAKiNG THeiR Branches
togetHer, a deluginG DowNpour oF rAin, ANd the sTorm hAs BUrsT. The
spirits Of thE air are abRoad, anD The evil GEnius of The plaCe iS
awAke iN DeMoNiaC fURy. THE tEmpESt wAxes terrIfIc. the awFul gLOOM
AmonG thE treEs is lIt up by flash afTer FlasH Of lIghtnIng; thE canNoN
of thUnder bUrst iN aLl directions; and The rAin pours iN toRrEntS. THe
ghaSTly hagS miGht Well revIsit the SCenE oF THEiR orgies at such a
momeNt.

[iLLuStration]

it is enOUgH. THE powers oF tHe aIr haVE ConquEred. iT iS hardly sAfe,
and BY nO mEans pleAsAnt, to rEmAin AmoNg the PInes In such A storm. So
FarewELl to the deserteD Spot, and a bee-liNE fOR ThE Open CouNtry. To
make uP for THe weTtinG, It Is cONsoliNg to tHiNK tHAt few enthusiasts
havE bEheld sO realIstic a represeNtation of tHE THird scenE of
MACbETh.




AMONG THE GALLoWAY BeCKS.


It rainED heavily At intErvals alL night, and, THOugh it haS clEarEd a
LitTLE sInce day-break, tHERe is NoT a patch Of bLue to be SeeN yeT in
The SkY, and the toRn skirts Of ThE cLoUds Are stILl trailiNg Low AmOng
The hiLLs. The dAy can HardLy BrIGhtEn now beFOrE TWelvE o’ClOck, aNd
aS tHe wooDs, at ANyrAte, will Be rain-ladEn aND weePiNg For hourS, the
walk throuGh “Fair KirkcoNnEl LEa” is noT TO be thougHt of. The lawn,
too, is out of coNDition fOr tEnnis. but sEe! the burn, BroWn with PeaT
And fleCked wiTh foaM, iS ruNNIng liKE AlE unDeR the bridge, AND thOugh
tHe SpatE is too hEavy for much hope of cATchIng trout down hEre,
 Popular tradition,
howeve r, pointsto Ca wdo r,an d le ss t han seven mile s  fro m the fatal
heath theThane ’s grea t  m oated  keep f r ow n s  ye tam ong  i t swoods .
But wha t is this?  Th eair has grow n  s uddenly da rk;  the gloom b eco mes
op pr ess i ve; a ndin th e clos e  heatit is alm os t  possi b le to i m a gi ne
a  smell of sulphur .  A flash of light ning,ar us h ofwin d among th etree- t ops, an d  a t e rri b le crash of t hunder just ove rhead!  A  mo m ent’ssilen ce ,  asound as if  all  the pine s were shaking their b ranche s
t oge ther ,  a  d elu gi n g d o wn pou r  of  rain, a nd  t he st ormh a s burs t.Thespiri ts of the air  ar e ab r oad , and  theevil  g enius  of th e pla ce  is
awake in de moni ac fury.The  t emp es t wax e s terr ifi c.The awf ul gloo m 
am on g t he  trees is lit up b yf l as h afterflasho fli g htning;th e c anno n of th unde r  b urst inall di r ec ti ons; an dthe ra in  po urs  in t o rren ts. Th e
ghastl y hag s  might well re v isit the scen e  o f th e ir o rgi es at sucha
mo m ent. 

[I l lu str a tion] 

Itis en o ugh. The powers ofth e airhaveconquered. It  is hardly s a fe,
andby n o  m e ans pleasant,to re main among the pine s insuch a s torm. Sof a rewell t o t hedes ert e d  s pot, and a be e - line  f or theope n count ry.  To 
ma keup  for thewetting,  i tis  c ons oling to think  t hat  f ewenthu s iastshavebehe ld  s o  re alistic ar e pres en ta tion  of  t he th irds cen e of
Ma cbeth.



A M ONGTH EGALLOWA Y BECKS.


It  r ained heav il y a t inte r v als allnight, and, though it h a s clear eda
lit tlesince day -br eak, t her e  is no t a pa tch o fblu e to be s ee n y et  in
the sk y ,  an d the  t ornskirtsof the clouds ares til l trailing lo w a mong t he  hi l ls .  Th ed ayc a n hardly bright en now bef or e  t welve o’cl o ck,  a nd
as t he wood s, at anyrate , will be  rain-lad en  and w eep ing for ho urs, the 
walk thr o ugh “ f ai r Kir kco nnel L ea ” i s not  to be tho ughtof. Th elawn,too,is  out ofcondition for tennis. B ut see ! the  bu rn, brown  wi t h p eat
and f leck ed with fo am,  is  runn ing likealeu nd ert he br idge ,  and thou g hthe s pa te is too h e a v y f or mu chh ope of  cat ching trout downh ere,
 Popular_tradition,
however, points_to Cawdor, and less_than seven_miles_from the_fatal
heath_the Thane’s great_moated keep frowns_yet among its woods.

But_what is this?_The_air has grown suddenly dark; the gloom becomes
oppressive; and in the close heat it_is_almost possible_to_imagine
a_smell of sulphur. A flash_of lightning, a rush of_wind among_the
tree-tops, and a terrible crash of thunder just_overhead!_A moment’s
silence, a_sound as if all the pines were shaking their_branches
together, a deluging downpour of rain,_and the storm_has_burst._The
spirits of the air_are abroad, and the evil genius_of the place is
awake in demoniac_fury. The tempest waxes terrific. The awful_gloom
among the trees is lit up_by flash after flash of_lightning; the_cannon
of thunder burst in all_directions; and the_rain pours_in torrents. The
ghastly_hags might well revisit the scene_of their orgies_at such a
moment.

[Illustration]

It is enough. The_powers_of the air_have_conquered._It is_hardly safe,
and by_no_means pleasant,_to_remain among the pines in such_a_storm. So
farewell to the deserted spot, and_a bee-line for the_open_country. To
make up for_the wetting, it is consoling_to think that few enthusiasts
have beheld_so realistic_a representation_of the third scene of
Macbeth.




AMONG THE GALLOWAY BECKS.


It rained heavily at_intervals all night, and, though it_has cleared a
little since_day-break, there_is_not a patch_of_blue to_be seen yet in
the sky, and the_torn skirts_of the clouds are still trailing_low among
the hills. The_day_can hardly brighten now before twelve_o’clock, and
as the woods, at anyrate,_will be rain-laden and weeping_for_hours,_the
walk through “fair Kirkconnel Lea”_is not to be thought of._The lawn,
too, is_out of condition for tennis. But see!_the_burn, brown with peat
and flecked with_foam,_is running like ale under the_bridge,_and_though
the spate is too heavy_for much hope of catching trout_down here,