* Scottice. It is difficult to convey the precise meaning of this expressive word. Perhaps heavy, yet softly murmuring, comes near it. Some saying one thing, some another, There has been shed the blood of men Of godly man-who in that day, Must hide themselves when they would pray But see, where CAMP has left the flock, And bounding over stream and rock, It was a sight for those to see, Stood close together, clustering, Making the rocks with laughter ring. Poor Camp thus far had tracked the spot, Where lay the hill-lord of a cot. He knows the form, he smells the blood, Which reeking pours a purple flood; He licks the hand, then howls amain, He licks the face, and howls again; Distracted, on his master's breast He throws his own bedraggled chest ; And 'twixt his paws' extended lines, He lays his head, and lowly whines; } |