She opened the door of the hut gently, and entered with noiseless step.

Exhausted with his sorrow and anxiety, and not entirely relieved perhaps from the influence of the powerful opiate, Hamish Bean again slept the stern, sound sleep by which the Indians are said to be overcome during the interval of their torments.

His mother was scarcely sure that she actually discerned his form on the bed, scarce certain that her ear caught the sound of his breathing.

With a throbbing heart, Elspat went to the fireplace in the centre of the hut, where slumbered, covered with a piece of turf, the glimmering embers of the fire, never extinguished on a Scottish hearth until the indwellers leave the mansion for ever.
"Feeble greishogh," [Greishogh, a glowing ember.] she said, as she lighted, by the help of a match, a splinter of bog pine which was to serve the place of a candle--"weak greishogh, soon shalt thou be put out for ever, and may Heaven grant that the life of Elspat MacTavish have no longer duration than thine!" While she spoke she raised the blazing light towards the bed, on which still lay the prostrate limbs of her son, in a posture that left it doubtful whether he slept or swooned.

As she advanced towards him, the light flashed upon his eyes--he started up in an instant, made a stride forward with his naked dirk in his hand, like a man armed to meet a mortal enemy, and exclaimed, "Stand off!--on thy life, stand off!" "It is the word and the action of my husband," answered Elspat; "and I know by his speech and his step the son of MacTavish Mhor." "Mother," said Hamish, relapsing from his tone of desperate firmness into one of melancholy expostulation--"oh, dearest mother, wherefore have you returned hither ?" "Ask why the hind comes back to the fawn," said Elspat, "why the cat of the mountain returns to her lodge and her young.