DEAR MR. GRAHAM--To whom so fittingly as to you could I inscribe this book? It was you who suggested it; you who in _Country Life_ published at intervals, longer or shorter as the errant spirit of composition moved me, the several papers which make it one book; you without whose encouragement and good counsel this volume would probably not have been written. Then, perchance, it might have gone to that Y-Brasil Press in the Country of the Young wherefrom are issued all the delightful books which, though possible and welcome in Tir-na-n’ Og, are unachieved in this more difficult world, except in dreams and hopes. It would be good to have readers among the kindly Shee ... do not the poets there know an easy time, having only to breathe their thought on to a leaf and to whisper their music to a reed, and lo the poem is public from the caverns of Tir-fo-tuinn to the hills of Flatheanas! ... but, till one gets behind the foam yonder, the desire of the heart is for comrades here. These hours of beauty have meant so much to me, somewhat in the writing, but much more in the long, incalculable hours and days out of which the writing has risen like the blue smoke out of woods, that I want to share them with others, who may care for the things written of as you and I care for them, and among whom may be a few who, likewise, will be moved to garner from each day of the eternal pageant one hour of unforgettable beauty. FIONA MACLEOD. [Illustration: “I have a long road to travel, but am sustained by joy, and uplifted by a great hope. I go ... to face the glory of a new day. I have no fear. I shall not leave all I have loved, for I have that in me which binds me to this beautiful world, for another life at least, it may be for many lives. And that within me which dreamed and hoped shall now more gladly and wonderfully dream, and hope, and seek, and know, and see ever deeper and farther into the mystery of beauty and truth. And that within me which _knew_, now _knows_. In the deepest sense there is no spiritual dream that is not true, no hope that shall go forever famished, no tears that shall not be gathered into the brooding skies of compassion, to fall again in healing dews.” “The Divine Adventure.” F. M.] CONTENTS PAGE WHERE THE FOREST MURMURS 1 THE MOUNTAIN CHARM 13 THE CLANS OF THE GRASS 26 THE TIDES 37 THE HILL-TARN 47 AT THE TURN OF THE YEAR 56