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where two ways met, a little ſouth of Grange Toll. - Here he sat down, and his frenzied passion ſubſided into a soft melancholy ;-he cried no more, but fob. bed excessively : fixed his eyes on the ground, and made ſome strokes in the dust with his finger. A sight just then appeared, which somewhat cheer- ed, or at least interested his heavy and forlorn heart- it was a large drove of Highland cattle. They were the only creatures like acquaintances that Duncan had ſeen for a twelvemonth, and a tender feeling of joy, mixed with regret, thrilled his heart at the fight of their white horns and broad dew-laps As the van paſsed him, he thought their looks were particularly gruff and sullen ; le soon perceived the cause, they were all in the bands of Englishmen: poor exiles like himself ;-going far away to be killed and eaten, and would never see the Highland hills again! When they were all gone by, Duncan looked after them, and wept anew; but his attention was suddenly called away to something that ſoftly touched his feet; - he looked hastily about -- it was a poor hungry lame dog, squatted on the ground, licking his feet, and manifesting the most extravagant joy. Gracious Hea- ven! it was his own beloved and faithful Oscar! starved, emaciated. and so crippled, that he was scarcely able to walk ! He was now doomed to be the slave of a Yorkshire peasant, (who, it seems, had either bought or stolen him at Falkirk) the generosity and benevo- lence of whoſe feelings were as inferior to thoſe of Os- car' as Oscar was inferior to him in strength and power. It is impossible to conceive a more tender meeting than this was: but Duncan soon observed that hunger and misery were painted in his friend's locks which again pierced his heart with feelings un- felt before "I have not a crumb to give you, my poor Oſcar!" ſaid he I have not a crumb to eat myſelf, but I am not so ill as you are." The peaſant