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I am as landward as
yourself; I am Highland, as you see, and think myself the farther
from my home."
"It is not yet a week since I passed the line," said I. "Less than
a week ago I was on the braes of Balwhidder."
"Balwhither?" she cries. "Come ye from Balwhither! The name of it
makes all there is of me rejoice. You will not have been long
there, and not known some of our friends or family?"
"I lived with a very honest, kind man called Duncan Dhu Maclaren,"
I replied.
"Well, I know Duncan, and you give him the true name!" she said;
"and if he is an honest man, his wife is honest indeed."
"Ay," said I, "they are fine people, and the place is a bonny
place."
"Where in the great world is such another!" she cries; "I am loving
the smell of that place and the roots that grow there."
I was infinitely taken with the spirit of the maid. "I could be
wishing I had brought you a spray of that heather," says I. "And,
though I did ill to speak with you at the first, now it seems we
have common acquaintance, I make it my petition you will not forget
me.


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