CHAPTER XXXV.
THE WHELP.
Gibbie sped down the hill through a worse rain than ever.

The morning was close, and the vapours that filled it were like smoke burned to the hue of the flames whence it issued.

Many a man that morning believed another great deluge begun, and all measures relating to things of this world lost labour.

Going down his own side of the Glashburn, the nearest path to the valley, the gamekeeper's cottage was the first dwelling on his way.

It stood a little distance from the bank of the burn, opposite the bridge and gate, while such things were.
It had been with great difficulty, for even Angus did not know the mountain so well as Gibbie, that the gamekeeper reached it with the housekeeper the night before.