“Highlanders, driving their "creagh" toward Balquhidder, passed, their moccasin-clad feet leaving as little impress on the mist as they had left in life upon the tussocks of bent-grass. They urged the shadowy cattle with the ponts of their Lochaber axes;… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share Image
“So of the Flanders Moss. It, too, in mist seems to roll on for miles; its heathy surface turns to long waves that paly… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share Image
“Highlanders, driving their "creagh" toward Balquhidder, passed, their moccasin-clad feet leaving as little impress on the mist as they had left in life upon… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share Image
“The shapes I seemed to see - or saw, for if a man sees visions with the interior sight he sees them, fo himself… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share Image
