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 Out over cairn and moss,

Out over scrog and scaur,

He ran as runs the clansman

That bears the cross of war.

His heart beat in his body,

His hair clove to his face,

When he came at last in the gloaming

To the dead man's brother's place.

The east was white with the moon,

The west with the sun was red,

And there, in the house-doorway,

Stood the brother of the dead.

"I have slain a man to my danger,

I have slain a man to my death.

I put my soul in your hands,"

The panting Stewart saith.

"I lay it bare in your hands,

For I know your hands are leal;

And be you my targe and bulwark

From the bullet and the steel."

Then up and spoke the Cameron,

And gave him his hand again:

"There shall never a man in Scotland

Set faith in me in vain; 61