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The Scottish Chiefs

CHAPTER XXVI
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She would not thus redouble my grief.
But I shall go to thee, wife of my soul!" cried he; "and that is comfort.

Balm, indeed, is the Christian's hope!" Such were his words, such were his thoughts, till the coldness of the hour and the exhaustion of nature putting a friendly seal upon his senses, he sunk upon the bank, and fell into a profound sleep.
When he awoke the lark was caroling above his head; and to his surprise he found a plaid was laid over him.

He threw it off, and beheld Edwin seated at his feet.

"This has been your doing, my kind brother," said he, "but how came you to discover me ?" "I missed you when the dawn broke, and at last found you here, sleeping under the dew." "And has none else been astir ?" inquired Wallace, thinking of the figure he had seen.
"None that I know of.

All were fast asleep when I left the party." Wallace began to fancy that he had been laboring under the impressions of some powerful dream, and saying no more, he returned to the wood.
Finding everybody ready, he took his station; and setting forth, all proceeded cheerfully, though slowly, through the delightful valleys of Barochan.


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