Excerpt from The Bothie of Toper-Na-Fuosich: A Long-Vacation Pastoral Long had the stone been put, tree cast, and thrown the hammer; Up the perpendicular hill, Sir Hector so called it, Eight stout shepherds and gillies had run, two wondrous quickly; Run too the course on the level had been the leaping was over: Last in the show of dress, a novelty recently added, Noble ladies their prizes adjudged for costume that was perfect, Turning the clansmen about, who stood with upraised elbows; Bowing their eye-glassed brows, and fingering kilt and sporran. It was four of the clock, and the sports were all but over, Therefore the Oxford party went off to adorn for the dinner. Be it recorded in song who was first, who last, in dressing. Hope was the first, black-tied, white-waistcoated, simple, His Honour; For the postman made out he was son to the Earl of Ilay. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.