Chapter 135 No.135

Beside its embers red and clear,

Basked, in his plaid, a mountaineer;

And up he sprung with sword in hand-

"Thy name and purpose! Saxon, stand!"

735 "A stranger." "What dost thou require?"

"Rest and a guide, and food and fire.

My life's beset, my path is lost,

The gale has chilled my limbs with frost."

"Art thou a friend to