“The shapes I seemed to see - or saw, for if a man sees visions with the interior sight he sees them, fo himself at least, as surely as if he saw them with the outward eye - loomed lofty… — 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 against the foot of the low range of hills, and beat upon Craigforth as if it were an island in the sea. Through wreathes of steam, the sullen Forth winds in and out between the peat… — R.B. Cunninghame Graham Copy Share
“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
