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DUAN FIRST. 11
" Not forgetful of my fathers/^ said Fingal,
"I have bounded over the seas. Theirs were the
times of danger, in the days of old. Nor settles
darkness on me, before foes, though youthful in
my locks. Chief of Crathmo-craulo, the field of
night is mine.''
Fiugal rushed, in all his arms, wide-bounding
over Turthor's stream, that sent its sullen roar,
by night, through Gormal's misty vale. A moon-
beam glittered on a rock ; in the midst stood a
stately form ; a form with floating locks, like
Lpchlin's white-bosomed maids. Unequal are
her steps, and short. She throws a broken song
on wind. At times she tosses her white arms :
for grief is dwelling in her soul.
" Torcul-torno *, of aged locks ! " she said,
" where now are thy steps, by Lulan ? Thou
* Torcul-torno, according to tradition, was king of
Crathlun, a district in Sweden. The river Lulan ran
near the residence of Torcul-torno. There is a river in
Sweden still called Lula, which is probably the same
■with Lulan. The war between Starno and Torcul-torno,
•which terminated in the death of the latter, had its rise
at a hunting party. Starno being invited, in a friendly
manner, by Torcul-torno, both kings, with their follow-
ers^ went to the mountains of Stivamore, to hunt. A