The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-10-06
BY William Buchan.

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iuccr pair! We ca'ed them David an
Jonathan; no that they we're very
friendly in publlc-far frae that' they
pever could gree thegither ihe etntF
I've seen them fechtin' like twas dongs
about the sma'est thing, ca ahe' an
itheryh the blackyird names ye coula
think 20. And syne, when they VERY
reepished, they gacd ava looHlh qul.e
satisfied.
Jock Scoot was u. Leeberai, SO az
(. Dempster had to ca himser IoEy.
Jock belonged 10 the Paris Kirk SO wax
had to join the Free; though neither
them darkened the door o the mouse OF
God very aftcn. They even gaed the
length O. each using different klnd o
sheep-dip. Ay. they were strange
pair! But for a they couldfa gree,
there never were twan truer friends
and II opybody else miscaed the ane BY
q word in the ithers hearing--weel, he
dldnai dae It again
"They.were herds away up among the
hills. Jock herdcd the Crammil anu
Wat the Ruchill. They mnirit sisters,
und for fifteen years they lived about
mile apart. But did ye ever. hear how
they cam to separator" ~
Ihad not; and the shepherd OF Laugh
lands told me the story.
The cause Of all fell out one stormy
night in early spring. The shepherd OF
the Crammil had come in from the hill.
Hehad removed his wet boots and drip
ping plaid, and had stretched himself
IuxurIotsly in the great armchair beside
blazing fire. Outside the wind how!ed
md the snow drifted; but the mind, of
the shepherd was at ease. for he kneay
that his sheep were so safely folded In
the lee OF the hill that no harm would
come nigh them during the night. The
warmth of the fire crept through his
limbs and comforted him. The whist
ling of the wind round the cottage sang
him a lullaby; and as he drowsed pleas
antly his soul was filled with much con-
tent.
Sleep had almost mastered him when
he was aroused by the sudden opening
OF the door and by the entrance, like an
npparition; OF a small girl with fright
cned.eyes. 1t was his niece. the daugh-
terJuf the nelshboring shepherd of the
Ruchill, with the news that her father
had gone out that afternoon at2 o'clock
and had not yet returned.
The shepherd OF Crammil started up,
rubbing his eyes with his fists. :,
'Eh!-what?" he cried. X
The li.tle girl repeated her story.
Never! Twae o'clock, we say? And
It's s ,uoo. Sax ours on the hilH Sure
ly.E7." He caught sight of the fright
ered little face and checked himself.
'tBut there! dinna be feared. Therc can
be naethinG wranG. He'll just haze
game up to Jock Shiers at the Craig
Slap.S Rid and tell your mither no to
fash herself, and I'll gang and bring him
;hame."
Thus he soothed the girl with reassur-
ing words. Then he turned to his wife.
l. II.y
pluid. There's something far wrang,
and there's nae time to be lost"
He slipped on his boots, stuck bon
net on his head, and vanished into the
he went.
Sax ,ours!" he muttered to himsel.
,as he strobe through the snow, land it,
been dark for fower-and sic a NIGHT!
Dodi IL, he should be -. He shud-
dered, and the bare thought lengthenet
his stride as he swung onward into the
teeth of the storm.
1t was wild night. The culd was
terrible, intense-not frosty. only tina,
raw, biting cold that seeps through iht
clothes and skin and into the very mar.
row. The snow was soft and wet, AMI
q roaring, biting gale from the north.
east swept it in clouds through the ali
TIL the eyes were blinded and the fact
ached. Underfoo: the deep snow clog.
ged the boots and mad, walking SLOW
and diiticult:and all landmarks had dis
appeared in n uniform, undulatine
white. To crown all, an lnky, impene
trable darkness pressed like a pail owe.
everything.
For u moment Jock Scott halted at TIL
burnside to determine his course. Blu
in such blackness OF night there coul,
be little choice; for all the tracks wcr
nearly equally bad. The only feasible
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