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Title: Morag
A Tale of the Highlands of Scotland
Author: Janet Milne Rae
Release Date: February 14, 2013 [eBook #42093]
Language: English
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MORAG:
A TALE
OF THE
HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND.
NEW YORK:
ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS,
530 Broadway.
1875.
CONTENTS.
| PAGE | |
| I. | |
| The First Morning in the Glen | 5 |
| II. | |
| Blanche Clifford | 19 |
| III. | |
| Morag's Home | 37 |
| IV. | |
| The Fir-wood | 52 |
| V. | |
| A Discovery | 75 |
| VI. | |
| Kirsty Macpherson | 104 |
| VII. | |
| Morag's Visit to Kirsty, and How It Came About | 140 |
| VIII. | |
| The Gypsies At Last | 157 |
| IX. | |
| Vanity Fair | 205 |
| X. | |
| The Kirk in the Village | 219 |
| XI. | |
| The Loch | 244 |
| XII. | |
| The Empty Hut | 274 |
| XIII. | |
| Back in London | 288 |
| XIV. | |
| Visit to the Fairy | 306 |
| XV. | |
| A Ride in the Park | 318 |
| XVI. | |
| The Borders of the Far-off Land | 331 |
| XVII. | |
| Morag's Journey into the World Beyond the Mountains | 348 |
MORAG
I.
THE FIRST MORNING IN THE GLEN.
O you know the joyous feeling of opening your eyes on the first morning after your arrival among new scenes, and of seeing the landscape, which has been shrouded by darkness on the previous evening, lying clear and calm in the bright morning sunlight?
This was Blanche Clifford's experience as she stood at an eastward window, with an eager face, straining her eye across miles of moorland, which undulated far away, like purple seas lying in the golden light. Away, and up and on stretched the heather, till it seemed to rear itself into great waves of rock, which stood out clear and distinct, with the sunlight glinting into the gray, waterworn fissures, lighting them up like a smile on a wrinkled face. And beyond, in the dim distance, hills on hills are huddled, rearing themselves in dark lowering masses against the blue sky, like the shoulders of mighty monsters in a struggle for the nearest place to the clouds. For many weeks Blanche had been dreaming dreams and seeing visions of this
