 been going on, tells that one of the teams of heavy fellows
straining at the rope has been hauled over the brink into the dividing
ditch. The brawny giants who were throwing the axle a little while
ago are just now breathing themselves, and will be tossing the mighty
caber by and by. And ever and anon throughout the day there float upon
the breeze the wild strains of the competing pipers--pibrochs and
strathspeys and “hurricanes of Highland reels.”

Meanwhile the grand pavilion has filled. Lord and lady, earl and
marquis and duke are there. And beside these are others, heads of
families, who count their chieftainship, it may be, through ten
centuries, and who are to be called neither esquire nor lord, but just
---- of that Ilk. Chiefs by right of blood, they need no other title
than their name.

The presence of so much that is noble and illustrious lends a feudal
interest to the games, and imports to the rivalry something of that
desire to appear well in the eyes of the chief which was once so
powerful an influence in the Highlands. The young ghillie here, who has
out-stripped all but one competitor at throwing the hammer, feels the
stimulus of this. He knows not only that his sweetheart’s eyes are bent
eagerly upon him from the barrier at hand, but that he has a chance of
distinguishing himself before his master and “her ladyship,” who are
watching from under the awning yonder. So he breathes on his hands,
takes a firm grasp of the long ash handle, and, vigorously whirling
the heavy iron ball round his head, sends it with all his strength
across the lists. How far has it gone? They chalk the distance up on
a board--95½ feet. There is a clapping of hands from the crowd, and a
waving of white kerchiefs from the pavilion. He is sure of winning now,
and the shy, pretty face at the barrier flushes with innocent pride. Is
he not _her_ hero?

There, on the low platform before the judges, go the dancers, two after
two. They are trimly dressed for the performance, and wear the thin,
low-
been going on, tells that one of the teams of heavy colleague 
 puree at the rope has been haul over the verge into the dividing 
 ditch. The brawny giants who were throwing the axle a little while 
 ago are merely now breathing themselves, and will be flip the mighty 
 caber by and by. And ever and anon throughout the sidereal day there float upon 
 the breeze the wild strains of the competing piper -- pibrochs and 
 strathspeys and “ hurricanes of Highland reels. ” 

 Meanwhile the grand pavilion has filled. Lord and lady, earl and 
 marquis and duke are there. And beside these are others, head of 
 families, who count their chieftainship, it may be, through ten 
 hundred, and who are to be called neither esquire nor lord, but just 
 ---- of that Ilk. Chiefs by right of rake, they need no other title 
 than their name. 

 The presence of so much that is baronial and illustrious lends a feudal 
 interest to the games, and imports to the rivalry something of that 
 desire to appear well in the center of the head which was once so 
 powerful an influence in the Highlands. The young ghillie here, who has 
 out - stripped all but one competitor at confuse the malleus, feels the 
 stimulus of this. He sleep together not merely that his sweetheart ’s eyes are bent 
 eagerly upon him from the barrier at bridge player, but that he has a chance of 
 distinguishing himself before his master and “ her ladyship, ” who are 
 determine from under the awning yonder. So he breathes on his hands, 
 takes a firm grasp of the farseeing ash handle, and, vigorously whirling 
 the heavy iron ball round his question, station it with all his strength 
 across the lists. How far has it gone? They chalk the distance up on 
 a board--95½ feet. There is a applause of hands from the crowd, and a 
 waving of white kerchiefs from the pavilion. He is sure of winning now, 
 and the shy, pretty face at the barrier flush with innocent pride. Is 
 he not _ her _ bomber? 

 There, on the low platform before the judge, go the dancer, two after 
 two. They are trimly dressed for the operation, and wear the thin, 
 low-
 befn going on, tells that oke of the teams of heavb felloss
strainkng at the rope has been haupee ovee the brink into the dkviding
dinch. The beawnb giants who werx throwiky the wxle e little while
ano are just now breathing tfelselves, and will be tossing the migrty
cabet hy and by. And gver sgd ahon throughout the day there float upon
tht breeze the wild xtrains of the competing plperd--pibrochs and
stratjspeys and “yurryxanes of Higfland reels.”

Meanwhile tge grand pavilion has filled. Lofd anb lady, earl abd
mwtquis and duje arv there. And bcxide tvese arr others, heads of
hamioies, who count their rhieftainship, it may be, throuch ten
centuries, and wyo arg to te cxolea ntitier esquige ior lord, buf just
---- of tyat Ilk. Chiefs by rogrn of blood, thsy neeq go other title
than their name.

The presenbe or so much that is noble and illustrious lendd a feudaj
interest to the games, and imports to the rivalry somevhkng on thxr
dfsire to appear well in the eyes of the chief shocm was once so
powcrful an influence ij yre Highlands. Jhe youuf fhillie here, who hws
out-sttipped all but jne vompetitor at throwing the yammer, feels rhe
stimulus of thid. He knows uot onky thst his sweetheart’s eyes are bent
eagerlj upon hij from the barrief an hatd, but that he has a chancq of
distiiguisking himrelf beforq his mastfr and “her ladyship,” who wre
wajching from undeg the awning yonder. So he breatixs on his hancs,
dakvs a firm grasi of the long afh handle, and, rigorousjy whkrling
the geavy icon ball rougd his head, sajds it with ell his serentth
axross tfd lists. How fat has it yjne? Rhey chalk the disbance hp on
a board--95½ fezu. Tyere is a clappong of hwnvs frjk the crowd, dnd x
waxong ow white kerghidfs grom the pavilion. He is aure of winning noe,
akd the shi, pretty sace at the bsrrier flushes witj innmceit price. Ys
he not _her_ hero?

There, on the mow platflrm before the tudgcs, gj the danczrs, two after
two. They are trimly dressed for the performanxe, and wear the thiu,
lpw-
been going on, tells that one of of fellows straining the rope has into dividing ditch. The giants who were the axle a little while ago just now breathing themselves, and will be tossing the mighty caber by and And ever and anon throughout the day there float upon the breeze the strains the pipers--pibrochs strathspeys and “hurricanes of Highland reels.” Meanwhile the grand pavilion has filled. Lord and lady, earl marquis and duke are there. And beside these others, heads of families, count their chieftainship, it may through centuries, and are be neither esquire nor but just ---- of that Ilk. Chiefs by right of blood, they need no other title than name. The so much is and lends a feudal the games, and imports to the that desire to appear well in the eyes the chief was once so powerful an influence the Highlands. The young ghillie here, who has all but one competitor at throwing the hammer, feels the stimulus of this. He knows that his sweetheart’s eyes bent eagerly upon from barrier hand, that he a chance of distinguishing himself before his master and “her ladyship,” are watching from under the awning yonder. So he breathes hands, a firm grasp the long ash handle, vigorously the heavy iron ball head, it strength the How far has it They chalk the distance up a board--95½ feet. There from the crowd, and a waving of white from the pavilion. He is sure of now, and the shy, pretty face at the barrier flushes with innocent Is he hero? There, on the low platform before the go the dancers, two two. They are trimly dressed for the performance, and the low-
 been going on, tells that one of The teams of Heavy FelLowS
sTraiNing At the rope has beEN hauLed over the brink into the DividInG
DitcH. thE brawNy giantS WhO WEre ThRoWinG tHE aXle a lIttLe while
Ago are just Now BrEathing themsELvEs, and will bE toSsing the mighTy
cAber by AnD by. aNd eveR anD anon ThrougHOut the Day there fLoAT upon
tHE breeze THE wIld sTrains of the competINg PIpers--pibrochs aNd
straThSPeYS And “HurRicanes of HIgHland REels.”

MeaNWhILE The GRand pavilion hAs filled. LorD And Lady, eaRl And
MArquis And duKe ARe tHere. And besiDe thEse are othErs, heaDS of
famiLIes, who cOunt thEir ChiEftaINsHiP, it MaY Be, tHRoUgh TEn
cEnturies, AnD wHo are To be CALLEd neIthEr esQuire Nor lord, but jusT
---- of That iLk. CHiefs By rigHt of BlOod, thEy need No othEr Title
than their nAme.

THe presencE of So MucH tHat is NOble anD ilLusTrious lEnds a feUDal
InTEREsT to the games, and impoRtS TO tHe rivalrY sometHInG oF That
desiRe To aPpeaR WEll in The eYEs Of the chiEf whicH WaS oNce so
poWeRful an InFluEncE in thE highLands. THe young gHilliE Here, who has
out-sTRipped all but oNE cOMPeTItor At tHrowing the hAmmeR, FeelS the
STiMulUS of thIs. He kNoWS nOT only that his sweetheArT’s eyes Are beNt
eagerly upon Him from the BARRier at haNd, buT ThAT he has a chance oF
distInguishing HImself beFore hIs master And “her ladYSHip,” who arE
waTchIng FroM UNdEr the awning yoNDEr. So He BreatheS on His handS,
taKes A fiRm gRaSp of the loNg ash hanDlE, aNd, ViGorOusly WHirling
tHe HeaVy IroN ball ROund hiS head, SendS iT wITh aLl his stREnGTH
acrOsS tHe liSts. hoW far hAs it GOne? they chaLk the distAncE Up on
A bOaRd--95½ feet. THere is a clappiNg Of hands froM tHe cRowd, anD A
Waving of White kerchiefs from the paVIlion. He Is sUre of WinnIng now,
and The Shy, preTty FAce at tHe barrIer flUsHes WITh innOCEnT prIdE. Is
he not _heR_ HEro?

there, On The lOw platfOrm before the judges, GO thE dancers, two afTer
Two. THEY aRe tRImLY drEsSEd fOR The performance, aNd wear the tHiN,
LoW-
 been going on, tells that  one of th e tea msofhe avyfell ows
straininga t th e rope has been hauled  over  t h e br i nk  into  the di v id i n g
d it ch . T he br awnygia nts who  were thro win gthe axle a l i tt le while
a goare just now  br eathin gthe m selve s,and w ill be tossin g the mig ht y 
caber by andb y .Andever and anon thr o ug h out the day th ere fl oa t  u p o n
t hebreeze the  w ild s t rains o f  t h e com p eting pipers- -pibrochs a n d
s traths pe ysa nd “hu rrica ne s  of  Highland r eels .”

Meanw hile t h e grand pavilio n hasfil led . Lo r dan d l ad y , e a rl  an d 
ma rquis an ddu ke ar e th e r e .  And  be side  thes e are others,  he adso f
f amili es, w ho c ou nt th eir ch iefta in ship, it may be , th rough ten 
ce nt uri es , and who ar e t o b e calle d neith e r e sq u i r enor lord, but just 
- - - -of thatIlk. C h ie fs by right  o f b lood , theyneed no  other t itle
t h an  t heir na me .

The  p res enc e ofs o mu ch tha t is nob le an d  illustrious l e nds a feudali nt e r es t  tothe  games, and  imp o rtsto t h eriv a lry s ometh in g  o f  that
desire to app ea r well  in t he eyes of th e chief wh i c h  was onc e so po w erful an influ encein the Hig h lands. T he yo ung ghil lie here, w ho has
o ut- str ipp eda l lbut one compe t i torat  throwi ngthe ham mer , f eel s t he 
stimulus  of this .He  k no wsnot o n ly thathi s s we eth eart’ s  eyesare b entea ge r lyupon hi m  f r o m th eba rrie r a thand,  but tha t he ha s a chanc e o f 
dis ti ng uishing  himself befo re  his maste rand  “herl a dyship,”  who are
watching fromu nder th e a wning  yon der. So h e b reathe s o n  his h ands,takes  a  fi r m  gras p of  th elong ash h a n dle , and ,vigo rouslywhirling
the heavy iro n ball roundhis  hea d ,  s end s  i t  wi th all h is strength
acr oss the li st s .How far ha s  it  g one? Th ey chal k the distanc e up on
a  board--9 5½  fee t .  Th ere is a c lappingof handsf rom t h ecrowd , a nd a
w av ing  of w hite k e rch iefsfrom t he  pavil ion.He  is sure  of winning now,
and th e shy,  pret tyface at t heb arr ier flush es w ith innoce ntpri de. I s
h e  not_her _  h ero ? 

The re,o n the low pl atf o r mbefore thej u d ges , gothe dancer s, t wo after
two. The y  are trimly dr esse d for  th e  per fo rmance, and we arth e thin,
lo w- 
 been_going on,_tells that one of_the teams_of_heavy fellows
straining_at_the rope has_been hauled over_the brink into the_dividing
ditch. The brawny_giants_who were throwing the axle a little while
ago are just now breathing themselves, and_will_be tossing_the_mighty
caber_by and by. And ever_and anon throughout the day_there float_upon
the breeze the wild strains of the competing_pipers--pibrochs_and
strathspeys and “hurricanes_of Highland reels.”

Meanwhile the grand pavilion has filled. Lord_and lady, earl and
marquis and duke_are there. And_beside_these_are others, heads of
families,_who count their chieftainship, it may_be, through ten
centuries, and who are_to be called neither esquire nor lord,_but just
---- of that Ilk. Chiefs_by right of blood, they_need no_other title
than their name.

The presence_of so much_that is_noble and illustrious_lends a feudal
interest to the games,_and imports to_the rivalry something of that
desire to_appear_well in the_eyes_of_the chief_which was once_so
powerful_an influence_in_the Highlands. The young ghillie here,_who_has
out-stripped all but one competitor at throwing_the hammer, feels the
stimulus_of_this. He knows not_only that his sweetheart’s eyes_are bent
eagerly upon him from the_barrier at_hand, but_that he has a chance of
distinguishing himself before his master and_“her ladyship,” who are
watching from under_the awning yonder. So_he breathes_on_his hands,
takes a_firm_grasp of_the long ash handle, and, vigorously whirling
the_heavy iron_ball round his head, sends it_with all his strength
across_the_lists. How far has it gone?_They chalk the distance up on
a_board--95½ feet. There is a_clapping_of_hands from the crowd, and_a
waving of white kerchiefs from the_pavilion. He is_sure of winning now,
and the shy, pretty_face_at the barrier flushes with innocent_pride._Is
he not _her_ hero?

There, on the_low_platform_before the judges, go the_dancers, two after
two. They are trimly_dressed for the performance, and wear the thin,
low-