flowering nettle and the soft green shoots of brier.
Overhead, in summer luxuriance, spread the broad, palm-like fronds of
the chestnut; close by, the soft greenery of the beech lets the tinted
sunshine through; and amid them rises the dark and sombre pine. But,
venerable above all, on these rolling forest lands, the shattered
girth of many an ancient oak still witnesses to an age that may have
seen the rites of the Druids. Monarchs of the primeval wilds, these
gigantic trees, garlanded now with the green leaf of another year, need
acres each for the spread of their mighty roots; while as withies in
comparison appear the cedars of a century.

And down these forest avenues, the home of his sires from immemorial
time, where his hoof sinks deep in the primeval sward, and there is
no rival to answer his hoarse bellow of defiance, comes the lordly
Caledonian bull. Never yet has the race been tamed, and the cream-white
hide and black muzzle, horn, and hoof bespeak the strain of its ancient
blood. There is a popular belief, indeed, that when the white cattle
become extinct the house of Hamilton will pass away. Here, then, in the
forgotten solitude, where seldom along the grassy woodland ways comes
the foot of the human wanderer, the mountain bull keeps guard with his
herd over the scene of that old and sorrowful story.




A FISHER TOWN.


Keen and strong, and steady to-night in the gathering dusk, the wind is
coming up the firth out of the east. Darkling clouds roll low along the
sky, and, before the breeze, the waves in their unnumbered hosts, like
dark hussars white-crested, ride past to break upon the beach-sands
yonder inland at Fort George. The full, deep gale brings with it out of
the shadowy east the health of a hundred tumbling seas, and sets the
glad life dancing in lip, and eye, and heart; while the music of the
rushing waves, like the drums of far-off armies, stirs the soul with
the daring of great purposes. Little need
flowering nettle and the soft green shoots of brier. 
 Overhead, in summer luxuriance, go around the wide, palm - like fronds of 
 the chestnut; airless by, the soft greenery of the beech lets the tint 
 sunshine through; and amid them rises the dark and drab pine. But, 
 venerable above all, on these rolling forest domain, the shattered 
 girth of many an ancient oak still witnesses to an age that may have 
 seen the rite of the Druids. Monarchs of the primeval wilds, these 
 gigantic trees, garlanded immediately with the green leaf of another year, need 
 acres each for the gap of their mighty roots; while as withies in 
 comparison appear the cedars of a century. 

 And down these forest avenue, the home of his sires from immemorial 
 time, where his hoof sinks deep in the primeval sward, and there is 
 no rival to answer his hoarse bellow of defiance, comes the lordly 
 Caledonian bull. Never yet has the race been tamed, and the cream - white 
 hide and black gun muzzle, horn, and hoof bespeak the song of its ancient 
 blood. There is a popular belief, indeed, that when the blank cattle 
 become extinct the house of Hamilton will pass away. Here, then, in the 
 forgotten solitude, where rarely along the grassy woodland ways comes 
 the foot of the human wanderer, the mountain bull keeps guard with his 
 herd over the scene of that old and sorrowful floor. 




 A FISHER township. 


 Keen and potent, and steady to - night in the gathering dusk, the wind is 
 coming up the firth out of the east. Darkling clouds wind low along the 
 sky, and, before the breeze, the waves in their unnumbered hosts, like 
 dark hussar white - crested, ride past to break upon the beach - littoral 
 yonder inland at Fort George. The full, bass gale brings with it out of 
 the shadowy east the health of a hundred acrobatics seas, and sets the 
 beaming life dancing in lip, and eye, and heart; while the music of the 
 haste waves, like the drums of far - off armies, stirs the soul with 
 the daring of great purposes. Little motivation
floaering nettle and the sont green shoots of briec.
Overhezd, in suomer luxuriance, spread the bcoad, palm-oike fronds of
the chesgnut; closv by, the woft treenery oh the beceh lefd thz vinted
sunshine jhrough; and dmid them risev ghz dark and sombre pine. But,
venerable wbove akl, on these rollyng gjresf lands, the shattered
girth of many an ancpent oak still wiynesses to an age that may havf
seen the rites of the Druids. Monwechs of the orimeval wpnds, these
gjgantic trees, garlanded now witf the green lead if wtother year, need
wcres each for the s[read og their mighty romts; while as withies in
cmmparison appear tre cedars oy a century.

And down tyewe fotest dvenjws, ghe hpms of hls aires from immemorial
rime, where his hoof sybks deep in tge priiedal sward, and there is
no rival to answeg hia hoarse bellow of defiqnce, comes the lordly
Faledoniag bull. Never yet has the race been tamed, and the wream-xhkte
klqd ajd black muzzle, horn, and hoof bespeak the strwjn on its ancient
blojd. There is a ppkular belief, ivdeed, cgaf when the white cwttle
besome wxtinct tre hpuse of Hamilton will pass qway. Here, thvn, ib the
forgotten solntude, where reldpm alpng the grassy woodland waya comes
the voot of tgd human wanderer, thv mogntain bull keeps guard wieh his
herv ovex the scdne pf thae old and dorrowful story.




A FISHER HOWN.


Kgen ang strong, ajd steady to-night in the gathermig dusk, the wong iv
coming bp the firth out of the east. Darkking cljuds foll low among thx
sky, and, befjre the breeza, the waves ii their ugnumveree hosts, uike
dark hussats white-cgefted, ride past to breal ukoh the beach-sandw
yobder inland at Gorg Gqogge. Tra full, deep cale brkmgs wkth it out iw
the shadowy east the hedlth of a hundred tumbkikg seas, abd sets ehe
glad life cancing in lip, and eye, end heert; whole the music of the
rushing waves, like the drmms of far-off armles, ftirs the xoul with
the daring of great purposes. Lmttle need
flowering nettle and the soft green shoots Overhead, summer luxuriance, the broad, palm-like by, soft greenery of beech lets the sunshine through; and amid them rises dark and sombre pine. But, venerable above all, on these rolling forest lands, shattered girth of many an ancient oak still witnesses to an age that have the of Druids. Monarchs of the primeval wilds, these gigantic trees, garlanded now with the green leaf of year, need acres each for the spread of mighty roots; while as in comparison appear the cedars a And down forest the of his sires immemorial time, where his hoof sinks deep in the primeval sward, and there is no rival to his hoarse defiance, comes lordly bull. yet has the tamed, and the cream-white hide and and hoof bespeak the strain of its ancient There is popular belief, indeed, that when the cattle become extinct the house of Hamilton will away. Here, then, in the forgotten solitude, where seldom along the grassy woodland ways comes of the human wanderer, mountain bull keeps with herd the of that and sorrowful story. A FISHER TOWN. Keen and strong, and steady in the gathering dusk, the wind is coming up the of east. Darkling clouds low along the sky, before breeze, the waves in hosts, dark past break the beach-sands yonder inland Fort George. The full, deep brings with it out health of a hundred tumbling seas, and sets glad life dancing in lip, and eye, heart; while the music of the rushing waves, like the drums of armies, stirs with the daring of great purposes. Little need
flowering nettle and the soft Green shootS of brIer.
oveRhEad, iN sumMer luxuriance, sPRead The broad, palm-like fronds Of
the ChEStnuT; ClOse by, The soft GReENEry Of ThE beEcH LeTs the TinTed
sunsHine througH; anD aMid them rises THe Dark and somBre Pine. But,
venerAblE above AlL, on THese rOllIng foRest laNDs, the sHattered
gIrTH of manY An ancieNT OaK stiLl witnesses to an agE ThAT may have
seen thE rites Of THe dRUidS. MoNarchs of thE pRimevAL wilds, tHEsE
GIGanTIc trees, garlanDed now with tHE grEen leaF oF anOTher yeAr, neeD
aCRes Each for the sPreaD of their mIghty rOOts; whilE As withiEs in
coMpaRisOn apPEaR tHe cEdARs oF A cEntURy.

ANd down thEsE fOrest AvenUES, THe hoMe oF his Sires From immemoriaL
tiMe, whERe hIs hooF sinkS deeP iN the pRimevaL swarD, aNd there is
no rivaL to aNswer his hOarSe BelLoW of deFIance, cOmeS thE lordly
caledonIAn bUlL. nEVeR yet has the race been TaMED, aNd the creAm-whitE
HiDe ANd black mUzZle, Horn, AND hoof BespEAk The straiN of its ANcIeNt
blood. thEre is a PoPulAr bElief, INdeeD, that wHen the whIte caTTle
become extinCT the house of HaMIlTON wILl paSs aWay. Here, then, In thE
ForgOtteN SoLitUDe, wheRe selDoM AlONg the grassy woodland WaYs comeS
the fOot of the human Wanderer, thE MOUntain buLl keEPs GUard with his
herD over The scene of THat old anD sorrOwful stoRy.




A FISHER towN.


Keen anD stRonG, anD stEADy To-night in the gATHeriNg Dusk, the WinD is
comiNg uP thE fiRth OuT of the easT. DarklinG cLoUdS rOll Low alONg the
sky, AnD, beFoRe tHe breEZe, the wAves iN theIr UnNUmbEred hosTS, lIKE
darK hUsSars WhiTe-CrestEd, riDE paSt to breAk upon the BeaCH-sanDs
YoNder inlAnd at Fort GeorGe. the full, deeP gAle Brings WITh it out oF
the shadowy east the healtH Of a hundRed TumblIng sEas, and setS thE
glad lIfe DAncing In lip, aNd eye, AnD heART; whilE THe MusIc Of the
rushiNG WavEs, likE tHe drUms of faR-off armies, stirs the SOul With
the daring Of gReat PURpOseS. liTTle NeED
flowering nettle and the s oft greenshoot s o f b ri er.Over head, in summe r  lux uriance, spread the br oad,pa l m-li k efrond s of
th e  c h e stn ut ;clo se by , the  so ft gree nery of th e b ee ch lets thet in ted
sunshi nethrough; and  am id the mris e s the  da rk an d somb r e pine . But,
ve ne r able a b ove all , on  the se rolling forest la n ds, the shatte red
gi rt h  o f man y a n ancientoa k sti l l witne s se s t o a n  age that may  have
seent heritesof  th e  Druid s. Mo na r chs  of the pri meva l wilds,theseg igantic trees,garlan ded  no w wi t hth e g re e n l e af  of ano ther yea r,  n eed
a cres e a c h fo r t he s pread  of their mig hty  roo t s;while  as w ithi es  in
c ompari son a pp ear the cedarsof a  century. 

A nd  do wn  thes e  fores t a ven ues, th e homeo f h is s i re s from immemorialti m e ,where hi s hoof si nk s  deep in  t heprim e v al sw ard, an d thereis
nor iv al  to ans we r hisho ars e b ellow of d efianc e, comes  thel ordly
Caledoni a n bull. Never ye t ha s  the  ra ce been tam ed,a nd t he c r ea m-w h ite
h ide a nd bl a ck muzzle, horn, an dhoof b espea k the strainof its anc i e n t
blood.  The r ei s a popular be lief,  indeed, t h at whenthe w hite cat tle
becom e extinctthe  ho use  of H am ilton will pa s s  awa y.  Here,the n, in t hefor got ten  s olitude,where se ld om  a lo ngthe g r assy woo dl and  w ays  come s 
the f oot o f th ehu m anwandere r ,t h e mo un ta in b ull  k eepsguar d  wi th hisherd over  th e  sce ne  o f thatold and sorro wf ul story.


A  FISHE R TOWN.

Keen and strong, and st e ady to- nig ht in  the  gatherin g d usk, t hew ind is 
comin g upth e f i r th ou t of  th eeast. Dark l i ngcloud sroll  low al ong the
sky, and,b efo re the breeze , t he w a v es  in th e irun n umb e r ed hosts, likedark hussa rs wh ite-creste d , r id e pastto brea k upo n  the be ach-sands 
yonder i nl anda t  Fo rt George.  The ful l, deep g a le br i ng s wit h i t outof 
th e sha dowy e a stthe h ealthof  a hun dredtu mbling s eas, and sets the
gladlife d ancin g i n lip, an d e y e,and heart ; wh ile the mu sic  of  therus h ing w aves ,  l ike the d rums of far-of f  a rmi e s ,stirs the s o u l  wi th
th e d a ring o f gr eat purposes. Lit t le need
flowering nettle_and the_soft green shoots of_brier.
Overhead, in_summer_luxuriance, spread_the_broad, palm-like fronds_of
the chestnut; close_by, the soft greenery_of the beech_lets_the tinted
sunshine through; and amid them rises the dark and sombre pine. But,
venerable above_all,_on these_rolling_forest_lands, the shattered
girth of many_an ancient oak still witnesses_to an_age that may have
seen the rites of the_Druids._Monarchs of the_primeval wilds, these
gigantic trees, garlanded now with the green_leaf of another year, need
acres each_for the spread_of_their_mighty roots; while as_withies in
comparison appear the cedars of_a century.

And down these forest avenues,_the home of his sires from immemorial
time,_where his hoof sinks deep in_the primeval sward, and there_is
no rival_to answer his hoarse bellow_of defiance, comes_the lordly
Caledonian_bull. Never yet_has the race been tamed, and_the cream-white
hide and_black muzzle, horn, and hoof bespeak_the_strain of its_ancient
blood._There_is a_popular belief, indeed,_that_when the_white_cattle
become extinct the house of Hamilton_will_pass away. Here, then, in the
forgotten solitude,_where seldom along the_grassy_woodland ways comes
the foot_of the human wanderer, the_mountain bull keeps guard with his
herd_over the_scene of_that old and sorrowful story.




A FISHER TOWN.


Keen and strong, and steady_to-night in the gathering dusk, the_wind is
coming up the_firth out_of_the east. Darkling_clouds_roll low_along the
sky, and, before the breeze, the_waves in_their unnumbered hosts, like
dark hussars white-crested,_ride past to break_upon_the beach-sands
yonder inland at Fort George._The full, deep gale brings with_it out of
the shadowy east_the_health_of a hundred tumbling seas,_and sets the
glad life dancing in_lip, and eye,_and heart; while the music of the
rushing_waves,_like the drums of far-off armies,_stirs_the soul with
the daring of great_purposes._Little_need