brave deeds were done. Of all indeed that made life
glad or sad, of these the minstrels sang.

From town to village, from court to inn they wandered, singing
the old songs, adding verses to them here, dropping lines from
them there, singing betimes a strain unheard before, until at
length the day came when the songs were written down.

It was in the old books that thus came to be written that I first
found these tales, and when you have read them perhaps you will
wish to go yourself to the same old books, to find many another
song of love and hate, of joy and sorrow.

MARY MACGREGOR.

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LIST OF STORIES

I. The Young Tamlane,

II. Hynde Etin,

III. Hynde Horn,

IV. Thomas the Rhymer,

V. Lizzie Lindsay,

VI. The Gay Goshawk,

VII. The Laird o' Logie,

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LIST OF PICTURES

THE YOUNG TAMLANE.--

She was off and away to the lone plain of Carterhaugh.--_Frontispiece._

'In earth or air I dwell, as pleases me the best,'

HYNDE ETIN.--

'For twelve long years have I never been within the Holy Church, and I
fear to enter now,'

HYNDE HORN.--

'Drink,' she said gently, 'drink,'

THOMAS THE RHYMER.--

Under the Eildon tree Thomas met the lady,

LIZZIE LINDSAY.--

'Will ye come to the Highlands with me, Lizzie Lindsay?'

THE GAY GOSHAWK.--

'I go but to my lattice window to listen to the birds,'

THE LAIRD O' LOGIE.--

She stood at the hall door gazing wistfully after the young Laird
of Logie,

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THE YOUNG TAMLANE

The young Tamlane had lived among mortals for only nine short
years ere he was carried away by the Queen of the Fairies, away
to live in Fairyland.

His father had been a knight of great renown, his mother a lady
of high degree, and sorry indeed were they to lose their son.

And this is how it happened.

One day, soon after Tamlane's ninth birthday, his uncle came to
him and said, 'Tamlane, now that ye are nine years old, ye shall,
an ye like it, ride with me to the hunt.'

And Tamlane jumped for joy, and clapped his hands for glee. Then
he mounted his horse and rode away with his uncle to hunt and
hawk.

Over the moors they rode, and the wind it blew cold from the
north. Over the moors they rode, and the cold north wind blew
upon the young Tamlane until he grew cold and stiff.

Then t