When he disappeared from Old Aberfoyle, he concealed himself in caverns known only to himself.

In his way he was kind to me, dreadful as he was; he fed me with whatever he could procure from outside the mine; but I can dimly recollect that in my earliest years I was the nursling of a goat, the death of which was a bitter grief to me.

My grandfather, seeing my distress, brought me another animal--a dog he said it was.

But, unluckily, this dog was lively, and barked.

Grandfather did not like anything cheerful.