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 23 eir bonnets over tho precipice, and advanced with slow and cautious pace closer to each other—they re both unarmed. Stretching their limbs like in preparing for a desperato struggle, they plant- their feet firmly on the ground, compressed their s, knit their brows, and fixing fierce and watch. eyes on each other, stood prepared for an onset. Hey both grappled at the same moment; but, ng of an equal strength, were unable to shift each Her's position-standing fixed on the rock, with oppressed breath, and muscles strained to the top their bent, like statues carved out of the solid nie. At length M'Pherson, suddenly removing right foot, so as to give him greater purchase, oped his body, and bent his enemy down with n by main strength, till they both leaned over precipice, looking downward into the terrible ss. The contest was as yet doubtful, for Grant 1 placed his foot firmly on an elevation at the nk, and had equal command of his enemy, but at s moment M'Pherson sunk slowly any firmly on knee, and while Grant suddenly started back, pping to take the supposed advantage, whirled h over his head into the gulf. M'Pherson foll kwards, his body partly hanging over the rock, ragment gave way beneath him, and he sunk ther, till catching with a desperate effort at the lid stone above, lo regained his footing. There 3 a pause of death-like stillness, and the bold rt of M'Pherson felt sick and faint. At length, if compelled unwillingly by somo mysterious ling, he looked down over tho precipice. Grant I caught with a death-like grip, by the rugged ont of a rock-his enemy was almost within his \ch. His face was turned upward, and there was It horror and despair; but he uttered no word or The next moment ho loosed his hold, and his ins were dashed out before the eyes of his heredi-