Chapter 115 No.115

Early they took Dunedin's road,

And I could trace each step they trode;

Hill, brook, nor dell, nor rock, nor stone,

Lies on the path to me unknown.

Much might it boast of storied lore;

But, passing such digression o'er,

Suffice it that their route was laid

Across the furzy hills of Braid,

They passed the glen and scanty rill