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Finding her mind was thus sae firmly bent, And that I cou’dna get her to relent, There was nought left, but quietly to resign, To heese my pack for ae long hard campaign ; And, as the Highlands was the place for meat, I ventur’d there in spite of wind and weet.

Cauld now the Winter blew, and deep the sna’ For three hale days, incessantly did fa’. Far in a muir, amang the whirling drift, Whar nought was seen but mountains and the lif I lost my road, and wander’d mony a mile, Maist dead wi’ hunger, cauld, and fright and toil Thus wand’ring, east or west, I kend na’ where, My mind o’ercome wi’ gloom and black despair Wi’ a fell ringe, I plung’d at ance, forsooth, Down thro’ a wreath o' snaw, up to my mouth. clean o'er hy head my precious wallet flew. But whar it goad, Lord kens, never knew.

What great misfortunes are pour’d down on sor I thought my fearfu’ hinderen’ was come! Wi' grief and sorrow was my saul o’ercast. Ilk breath I drew was like to be my last;