Chapter 30 No.30

"A chieftain to the Highlands bound

Cries, 'Boatman, do not tarry!

And I'll give thee a silver pound,

To row us o'er the ferry.'"

Lord Ullin's Daughter.

The sky had been without a cloud during the day, the gale having been dry and piercing, and thousands of stars were now shining through a chill atmosphere. As the eye, therefore, bec