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Sir Gibbie

CHAPTER XI
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He crossed the burn to look through the gate, and pressed his face between the bars to get a better sight of a tame rabbit that had got out of its hutch.

It sat, like a Druid white with age, in the midst of a gravel drive, much overgrown with moss, that led through a young larch wood, with here and there an ancient tree, lonely amidst the youth of its companions.

Suddenly from the wood a large spaniel came bounding upon the rabbit.

Gibbie gave a shriek, and the rabbit made one white flash into the wood, with the dog after him.

He turned away sad at heart.
"Ilka cratur 'at can," he said to himself, "ates ilka cratur 'at canna!" It was his first generalization, but not many years passed before he supplemented it with a conclusion: "But the man 'at wad be a man, he maunna." Resuming his journey of investigation, he trotted along the bank of the burn, farther and farther up, until he could trot no more, but must go clambering over great stones, or sinking to the knees in bog, patches of it red with iron, from which he would turn away with a shudder.


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