Slept upon floors of kitchens, and tasted the real Glenlivat, Walked up perpendicular hills, and also down them, Hither and thither had been, and this and that had witnessed, Left not a thing to be done, and had not a copper remaining. For it was told withal, he telling, and he correcting, How in the race they had run, and beaten the gillies of Rannoch, How in forbidden glens, in Mar and midmost Athol, Philip insisting hotly, and Arthur and Hope compliant, They had defied the keepers; the Piper alone protesting, Liking the fun, it was plain, in his heart, but tender of game-law; Yea, too, in Meäly glen, the heart of Lochiel’s fair forest, Where Scotch firs are darkest and amplest, and intermingle Grandly with rowan and ash—in Mar you have no ashes, There the pine is alone, or relieved by the birch and the alder— How in Meäly glen, while stags were starting before, they Made the watcher believe they were guests from Achnacarry. And there was told moreover, he telling, the other correcting, Often by word, more often by mute significant motion, Much of the Cambridge _coach_ and his pupils at Inverary, Huge barbarian pupils, Expanded in Infinite Series, Firing-off signal guns (great scandal) from window to window (For they were lodging perforce in distant and numerous houses), Signals, when, one retiring, another should go to the Tutor:— Much too of Kitcat, of course, and the party at Drumnadrochet, Mainwaring, Foley, and Fraser, their idleness horrid and dog-cart; Drumnadrochet was _seedy_, Glenmorison _adequate_, but at Castleton, high in Braemar, were the _clippingest_ places for bathing; One by the bridge in the village, indecent, the _Town Hall_ christened. Where had Lauder howbeit been bathing, and Harrison also, Harrison even, the Tutor; another like Hesperus here, and Up the water of Eye, half-a-dozen at least, all _stunners_. And it was told, the Piper narrating and Arthur correcting, Colouring he, dilating, magniloquent, glorying in picture, He to a matter-of-fact still softening, paring, abating, He to the great might-have-been upsoaring, sublime and ideal, He to the merest it-was restricting, diminishing, dwarfing, River to streamlet reducing, and fall to slope subduing: So was it told, the Piper narrating, corrected of Arthur, How under Linn of Dee, where over rocks, between rocks, Freed from prison the river comes, pouring, rolling, rushing, Then at a sudden descent goes sliding, gliding, unbroken, Falling, sliding, gliding, in narrow space collected, Save for a ripple at last, a sheeted descent unbroken,— How to the element offering their bodies, downshooting the fall, they Mingled themselves with the flood and the force of imperious water. And it was told too, Arthur narrating, the Piper correcting, How, as one comes to the level, the weight of the downward impulse Carries the head under water, delightful, unspeakable; how the