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brook, though without tracing its windings. The landscape, as they advanced, turned waster and more wild, until nothing but heath and rock encumbered the side of the valley.
"Is the place still distant ?" said Morton.
"Nearly a mile off," answered the girl. "We'll be there belive."
"And do you often go this wild journey, my little maid?"
"When grannie sends me wi' milk and meal to the Linn," answered the child.
"And are you not afraid to travel so wild a road alone?"
"Hout na, sir," replied the guide; "nae living creature wad touch sic a bit thing as I am, and grannie says we need never fear ony thing else when we are doing a gude-turn."
"Strong in innocence as in triple mail!", said Morton to himself, and followed her steps in silence.
