But,' she continued,
turning round to look at the vast circuit of peaks stretching away as
far as the eye could reach, 'we shall have to ketch her to-day
somehow. She'll never go back to the cottage where you went and
skeared her; and if she don't have a fall, she'll run about these
here hills till she drops. We shall have to ketch her to-day somehow.
I'm in hopes she'll come to the sound of my crwth, she's so uncommon
fond on it; and if she don't come in the flesh, p'rhaps her livin'
mullo will come, and that'll show she's alive.'
She placed me in a crevice overlooking the small lake, or pool, which
on the opposite side was enclosed in a gorge, opening only by a cleft
to the east. Then she unburdened herself of a wallet containing the
breakfast, saying, 'When I come back we'll fall to and breakfiss.'
She then, as though she were following the trail, made a circuit of
the pool and disappeared through the gorge. All round the pool there
was a narrow ragged ledge leading to this eastern opening. I stood
concealed in my crevice and looked at the peaks, or rather at the
vast masses of billowy vapours enveloping them, as they sometimes
boiled and sometimes blazed, shaking--when the sun struck one and
then another--from brilliant amethyst to vermilion, shot occasionally
with purple, or gold, or blue.
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