foot from Lochaber to Lincolnshire。 They are paid very highly； for the trust reposed is of the last importance； as it depends on their prudence； vigilance； and honesty whether the cattle reach the final market in good order； and afford a profit to the grazier。 But as they maintain themselves at their own expense； they are especially economical in that particular。 At the period we speak of； a Highland drover was victualled for his long and toilsome journey with a few handfulls of oatmeal and two or three onions； renewed from time to time； and a ram's horn filled with whisky； which he used regularly； but sparingly； every night and morning。 His dirk； or SKENE…DHU； （that is； black… knife）； so worn as to be concealed beneath the arm； or by the folds of the plaid； was his only weapon； excepting the cudgel with which he directed the movements of the cattle。 A Highlander was never so happy as on these occasions。 There was a variety in the whole journey； which exercised the Celt's natural curiosity and love of motion。 There were the constant change of place and scene； the petty adventures incidental to the traffic； and the intercourse with the various farmers； graziers； and traders； intermingled with occasional merry…makings； not the less acceptable to Donald that they were void of expense。 And there was the consciousness of superior skill； for the Highlander； a child amongst flocks； is a prince amongst herds； and his natural habits induce him to disdain the shepherd's slothful life； so that he feels himself nowhere more at home than when following a gallant drove of his country cattle in the character of their guardian。
Of the number who left Doune in the morning； and with the purpose we have described； not a GLUNAMIE of them all cocked his bonnet more briskly； or gartered his tartan hose under knee over a pair of more promising SPIOGS； （legs）； than did Robin Oig M'Combich； called familiarly Robin Oig； that is young； or the Lesser； Robin。 Though small of stature； as the epithet Oig implies； and not very strongly limbed； he was as light and alert as one of the deer of his mountains。 He had an elasticity of step which； in the course of a long march； made many a stout fellow envy him； and the manner in which he busked his plaid and adjusted his bonnet argued a consciousness that so smart a John Highlandman as himself would not pass unnoticed among the Lowland lasses。 The ruddy cheek； red lips； and white teeth set off a countenance which had gained by exposure to the weather a healthful and hardy rather than a rugged hue。 If Robin Oig did not laugh； or even smile frequentlyas； indeed； is not the practice among his countrymenhis bright eyes usually gleamed from under his bonnet with an expression of cheerfulness ready to be turned into mirth。
The departure of Robin Oig was an incident in the little town； in and near which he had many friends； male and female。 He was a topping person in his way； transacted considerable business on his own behalf； and was entrusted by the best farmers in the Highlands； in preference to any other drover in that district。 He might have increased his business to any extent had he condescended to manage it by deputy； but except a lad or two； sister's sons of his own； Robin rejected the idea of assistance； conscious； perhaps； how much his reputation depended upon his attending in person to the practical discharge of his duty in every instance。 He remained； therefore； contented with the highest premium given to persons of his description； and comforted himself with the hopes that a few journeys to England might enable him to conduct business on his own account； in a manner becoming his birth。 For Robin Oig's father； Lachlan M'Combich （or SON OF MY FRIEND； his actual clan surname being M'Gregor）； had been so called by the celebrated Rob Roy； because of the particular friendship which had subsisted between the grandsire of Robin and that renowned cateran。 Some people even said that Robin Oig derived his Christian name from one as renowned in the wilds of Loch Lomond as ever was his namesake Robin Hood in the precincts of merry Sherwood。 〃Of such ancestry；〃 as James Boswell says； 〃who would not be proud？〃 Robin Oig was proud accordingly； but his frequent visits to England and to the Lowlands had given him tact enough to know that pretensions which still gave him a little right to distinction in his own lonely glen； might be both obnoxious and ridiculous if preferred elsewhere。 The pride of birth； therefore； was like the miser's treasurethe secret subject of his contemplation； but never exhibited to strangers as a subject of boasting。
Many were the words of gratulation and good…luck which were bestowed on Robin Oig。 The judges commended his drove； especially Robin's own property； which were the best of them。 Some thrust out their snuff…mulls for the parting pinch； others tendered the DOCH…AN…DORRACH； or parting cup。 All cried； 〃Good… luck travel out with you and come home with you。 Give you luck in the Saxon marketbrave notes in the LEABHAR…DHU；〃 （black pocket…book）； 〃and plenty of English gold in the SPORRAN〃 （pouch of goat…skin）。
The bonny lasses made their adieus more modestly； and more than one； it was said； would have given her best brooch to be certain that it was upon her that his eye last rested as he turned towards the road。
Robin Oig had just given the preliminary 〃HOO…HOO！〃 to urge forward the loiterers of the drove； when there was a cry behind him：
〃Stay； Robinbide a blink。 Here is Janet of Tomahourichauld Janet； your father's sister。〃
〃Plague on her； for an auld Highland witch and spaewife；〃 said a farmer from the Carse of Stirling； 〃she'll cast some of her cantrips on the cattle。〃
〃She canna do that；〃 said another sapient of the same profession。 〃Robin Oig is no the lad to leave any of them without tying Saint Mungo's knot on their tails； and that will put to her speed the best witch that ever flew over Dimayet upon a broomstick。〃
It may not be indifferent to the reader to know that the Highland cattle are peculiarly liable to be TAKEN； or infected； by spells and witchcraft； which judicious people guard against by knitting knots of peculiar complexity on the tuft of hair which terminates the animal's tail。
But the old woman who was the object of the farmer's suspicion seemed only busied about the drover； without paying any attention to the drove。 Robin； on the contrary； appeared rather impatient of her presence。
〃What auld…world fancy；〃 he said； 〃has brought you so early from the ingle…side this morning； Muhme？ l am sure I bid you good… even； and had your God…speed； last night。〃
〃And left me more siller than the useless old woman will use till you come back again； bird of my bosom；〃 said the sibyl。 〃But it is little I would care for the food that nourishes me； or the fire that warms me； or for God's blessed sun itself； if aught but weel should happen to the grandson of my father。 So let me walk the DEASIL round you； that you may go safe out into the far foreign land； and come safe home。〃
Robin Oig stopped； half embarrassed； half laughing； and signing to those around that he only complied with the old woman to soothe her humour。 In the meantime； she traced around him； with wavering steps； the propitiation； which some have thought has been derived from the Druidical mythology。 It consists； as is well known； in the person who makes the DEASIL walking three times round the person who is the object of the ceremony； taking care to move according to the course of the sun。 At once； however； she stopped short； and exclaimed； in a voice of alarm and horror； 〃Grandson of my father； there is blood on your hand。〃
〃Hush； for God's sake； aunt！〃 said Robin Oig。 〃You will bring more trouble on yourself with this TAISHATARAGH〃 （second sight） 〃than you will be able to get out of for many a day。〃
The old woman only repeated； with a ghastly look； 〃There is blood on your hand； and it is English blood。 The blood of the Gael is richer and redder。 Let us seelet us〃
Ere Robin Oig could prevent her； which； indeed； could only have been by positive violence； so hasty and peremptory were her proceedings； she had drawn from his side the dirk which lodged in the folds of his plaid； and held it up； exclaiming； although the weapon gleamed clear and bright in the sun； 〃Blood； bloodSaxon blood again。 Robin Oig M'Combich； go not this day to England！〃
〃Prutt； trutt；〃 answered Robin Oig； 〃that will never do neither it would be next thing to running the country。 For shame； Muhmegive me the dirk。 You cannot tell by the colour the difference betwixt the blood of a black bullock and a white one； and you speak of knowing Saxon from Gaelic blood。 All men have their blood from Adam； Muhme。 Give me my skene…dhu； and let me go on my road。 I should have been half way to Stirling brig by this time。 Give me my dirk； and let me go。〃
〃Never will I give it to you；〃 said the old woman〃Never will I quit my hold on your plaidunless you promise me not to wear that unhappy weapon。〃
The women around him urged him also； saying few of his aunt's words fell to the ground； and as the Lowland farmers continued to look moodily on the scene； Robin Oig determined to close it at any sacri