Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 393, July 1848Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 64, No. 393, July 1848
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
of the stream, and reached the ledge above. The return of
the water, which I had obstructed, made, however, a rush and
plash different from its accustomed monotonous hum, and I had
scarce time to lay flat in the burn, when a _hind_ sprung up
within a few yards, and trotted briskly away, then another, and
another. I thought that all was over, and that, in the next
moment, we should hear all the clattering hoofs going over the
turf like a squadron of cavalry. All remained still, however,
and, in a few seconds, I saw the first hind wheel about, and
look back steadily towards the fall. I was rejoiced to observe
that she had not seen us, and had only been disturbed by the
unusual sound of the water. She continued, however, anxious and
suspicious--watched and listened--picked off the tops of the
heather--then walked on, with her ears laid back, and her neck
and step stilting away as stiff as if she had been hung up in
the larder for a week. This, however, was not the worst; all the
surrounding _hinds_ which noticed her gait gathered here and
there, and stood on the tops of the little knolls, like statues,
as straight as pucks, with nothing visible but their narrow
necks and two peg-legs, and their broad ears perked immovably
towards us, like long-eared bats. MacLellan gave me a rueful
look. 'Cha n'eil comas air.' 'Never mind,' said I, 'we shall
see who will be tired first.' The forester gave a glance of
satisfaction, slid up his glass on the dry bank, and we lay as
still as the stones around us, till the little trouts, which had
been disturbed by our convulsion, became so accustomed to our
shapes, that they again emerged from under the flat pebbles, and
returned to their station in the middle of the stream, skulling
their little tails between my legs with no more concern than if
I had been a forked tree. At length the immobility of the hinds
began to give way: first one ear turned back, then another,
then they became sensible of the flies, and began to flirt and
jerk as usual, and, finally, one applied her slender toe to
her ear, and another rubbed her velvet nose upon her knee;--it
was more than half an hour, however, before, one by one, they
began to steal away, perking and snuffing, and turning to gaze
at the least air that whiffed about them. At length they all
disappeared, except one gray, lean, haggard old grandmother
of hinds, who had no teeth, and limped with one leg, probably
from a wound which she received fifty or perhaps a hundred
years before I was born. Her vigilance, however, was only
sharpened by age; time, and the experience of many generations,
had made her acquainted with all the wiles and crafts of the
hill,--her eyes and ears were as active as a kid's, and I have
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