From the top we can see our home.

Our home, alas, I had forgotten! There is no home there, only a black spot on the prairie." Her husband grunted savagely and cut sharply at the bronchos.
"But the tent will be fine, Mandy.

I just long for the experience," said Moira.
"Yes, but just think of all my pretty things, and some of Allan's too, all gone." "Were the pipes burned, Allan ?" cried Moira with a sudden anxiety.
"Were they, Mandy?
I never thought," said Cameron.
"The pipes?
Let me see.

No--no--you remember, Allan, young--what's his name ?--that young Highlander at the Fort wanted them." "Sure enough--Macgregor," said her husband in a tone of immense relief.
"Yes, young Mr.Macgregor." "My, but that is fine, Allan," said his sister.

"I should have grieved if we could not hear the pipes again among these hills.