A path led in the foot of it, the water bickered and sang in the midst; the sunbeams overhead struck out of the west among long shadows and (as the valley turned) made like a new scene and a new world of it at every corner.

With Catriona behind and Alan before me, I was like one lifted up.

The place besides, and the hour, and the talking of the water, infinitely pleased me; and I lingered in my steps and looked before and behind me as I went.

This was the cause, under providence, that I spied a little in my rear a red head among some bushes.
Anger sprang in my heart, and I turned straight about and walked at a stiff pace to where I came from.

The path lay close by the bushes where I had remarked the head.