is hand so yellow,
And pledged them, in Death's black wine!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! for the coal-black wine!"

Hamish!--Hamish!--will you not keep her away from me! I have told Donald
what pibroch he will play; I want to be at peace now. But the
brass-band--the brass-band--I can hear the blare of the trumpets; Ulva
will know that we are here, and the Gometra men, and the sea-birds too,
that I used to love. But she has killed all that now, and she stands on
my grave. She will laugh, for she was light-hearted, like a young child.
But you, Hamish, you will find the quiet grave for me; and Donald will
play the pibroch for me that I told him of; and you will say no word to
her of all that is over and gone.

* * * * *

See--he sleeps. This haggard-faced man is stretched on the deck; and the
pale dawn, arising in the east, looks at him; and does not revive him,
but makes him whiter still. You might almost think he was dead. But
Hamish knows better than that; for the old man comes stealthily forward;
and he has a great tartan plaid in his hand's; and very gently indeed he
puts it over his young master. And there are tears running down Hamish's
face; and he says "The brave lad! the brave lad!"

CHAPTER XLVI.

THE END.

"Duncan," said Hamish, in a low whisper--for Macleod had gone below, and
they thought he might be asleep in the small, hushed stateroom, "this is
a strange-looking day, is it not? And I am afraid of it in this open
bay, with an anchorage no better than a sheet of paper for an anchorage.
Do you see now how strange-looking it is?"

Duncan Cameron also spoke in his native tongue; and he said,--

"That is true, Hamish. And it was a day like this there was when the
_Solan_ was sunk at her moorings in Loch Hourn. Do you remember, Hamish?
And it would be better for us now if we were in Loch Tua, or
Loch-na-Keal, or in the dock that was built for the steamer at Tiree. I
do not like the look of this day."

Yet to an ordinary observer it would have seemed that the chief
characteristic of this pale, still day, was extreme and settled calm.
There was not a breath of wind to ruffle the surface of the sea; but
there was a slight, glassy swell, and that only served to show curious
opalescent tints under the suffused light of the sun. There were no
clouds; there was only a thin veil of faint and sultry mist all across
the sky; the sun was invisible, but there was a glar