Luik to the moo' an' the e'en o' her." "I thank ye," said Donal, with a smile, in which the woman spied the sadness; "I'm no like to need the advice." She looked at him pitifully, and paused.
"Gien ye come this gait again," she said, "ye'll no gang by my door ?" "I wull no," replied Donal, and wishing her good-bye with a grateful heart, betook himself to his journey.
He had not gone far when he found himself on a wide moor.

He sat down on a big stone, and began to turn things over in his mind.

This is how his thoughts went: "I can never be the man I was! The thoucht o' my heart 's ta'en frae me! I canna think aboot things as I used.

There's naething sae bonny as afore.

Whan the life slips frae him, hoo can a man gang on livin'! Yet I'm no deid--that's what maks the diffeeclety o' the situation! Gien I war deid--weel, I kenna what than! I doobt there wad be trible still, though some things micht be lichter.