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350 BBr.UATirojf :
Come to our {laik-bosciDtd ship ! thou brighter
th 10 that ^ett!ng moon ! Our course is to the rocky
Bi'iTathon, to the echoing A\alls of Finthormo."
She came in her beauty ; she came with all her
lovely steps. Silent joy brightciicd in her face ; as
when the shadows fly from the field of spring ; the
blue-stream is rolling in brightness, and the green
bush bends over its course !
The morning rose with its beams. We came to
Rothma,'s bay. A boar rushed from the wood : my
spear pierced his side, and he fell. I rejoiced over
the blood *. I foresaw my growing fame. But
now the sound of Uthal's train came, from the
high Finthormo. They spread over the heath to
the chace of the boar. Himself comes slowly on,
in the pride of his strength. He lifts two pointed
spears. On his side is the hero's sword. Three
youths carry his polished bows. The bounding of
five dogs is before him. His heroes move on, at a
distance, admiring the steps of the king. Stately
was the son of Larthmor ! but his soul was dark !
Dark as the troubled face of the moon, when it
foretells the storms !
* Ossian might have thought that his killing a boar on his
first landing in Bcrrathon, was a good omen of his future
success in that island. The present Highlanders look, with
a degree of superstition, upon the success of their first ac-
tion, after they have engaged in any desperate undertaking.