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Penelope’s Experiences in Scotland

CHAPTER XVIII
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The 'white-blossomed slaes' sweetened the air, and the distant hills were gay with golden whin and broom, or flushed with the purply-red of the bell heather.
We heard the note of the cushats from a neighbouring bush.

They used to build their nests on the ground, so the story goes, but the cows trampled them.

Now they are wiser and build higher, and their cry is supposed to be a derisive one, directed to their ancient enemies.

'Come noo, Coo, Coo! Come noo!' A hedgehog crept stealthily along the ground, and at a sudden sound curled himself up like a wee brown bear.

There were women working in the fields near by,--a strange sight to our eyes at first, but nothing unusual here, where many of them are employed on the farms all the year round, sowing weeding, planting, even ploughing in the spring, and in winter working at threshing or in the granary.
An old man, leaning on his staff, came tottering feebly along, and sank down on the bench beside me.


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