Again they heard the feast shout, and he who called was the chief of the Bear society. After they had eaten and smoked the chief said,,
From the hills the scent of the heather is wafted towards him, filling him with a subtle keen sense of youth and gladness and the absolute joy of living. His good dog is at his heels; a boy—procured from some neighboring cabin, and warranted not to wear out, however long the journey to be undertaken or how many miles to travel—carries his bag beside him.,
"To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?".
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