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trees she would have come to it; but she was
so tired, and so hungry, and so hot, that she
sat down at the foot of the cairn and cried as
if her heart would break.

Then she fell asleep.

When Jean woke, it was as dark as it ever
is on a midsummer night in Scotland.

It was a soft, cloudy night; not a clear night
with a silver sky.

Jeanie heard a loud roaring close to her, and
the red light of a great fire was in her sleepy
eyes.

In the firelight she saw strange black beasts,
with horns, plunging and leaping and bellow-
ing, and dark figures rushing about the flames.
It was the beasts that made the roaring. They