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 TICONDEROGA: A LEGEND OF THE WEST HIGHLANDS.

This is the tale of the man

Who heard a word in the night

In the land of the heathery hills,

In the days of the feud and the fight.

By the sides of the rainy sea,

Where never a stranger came,

On the awful lips of the dead,

He heard the outlandish name.

It sang in his sleeping ears,

It hummed in his waking head:

The name—Ticonderoga,

The utterance of the dead.

I. THE SAYING OF THE NAME.

On the loch-sides of Appin,

When the mist blew from the sea,

A Stewart stood with a Cameron:

An angry man was he. 59