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292 The Poems of Ossian.
I remaiu on Ci'omla, to wait that son of tattle,
Lamderg. On the fourth Gelchossa is mine, if the
mighty Lamderg flies.'
" ' Allad,' said the chief of Cromla, 'peace to
thy dreams in the cave. Ferchios, sound the horn
of Lamderg, that Ullin may hear in his halls.'
Lamderg, like a roaring storm, ascended the hill,
fi-om Tura. He hummed a surly song as he went,
like the noise of a falling stream. He darkly stood
upon the hill, like a cloud varying its form to the
■w ind. He rolled a stone, the sign of war. Ullin
heard in Cairbar's hall. The hero heard, with
joy, his foe. He took his father's spear. A smile
brightens his dark-brown cheek, as he places his
sword by his side. The dagger glittered in his
hand, he whistled as he went.
" Gelchossa saw the silent chief, as a wreath of
mist ascending the hill. She struck her white and
heaving breast ; and silent, tearful, feared for
Lamderg. ' Cairbar, hoary chief of shells,' said
the maid of the tender hand, ' I must bend the bow
on Cromla. I see the dark-brown hinds.' She
hasted up the hill. In vain ! the gloomy heroes
fought. Why should I tell to Selma's king how
wrathful heroes fight ? Fierce Ullin fell. Young
Lamderg came, all pale, to the daughter of generous
Tuathal! ' What blood, my love,' she trembling
said, ' what blood runs down my wai-rior's side ?'
' It is Ullin's blood,' the chief replied, ' thou fairer
than the snow ! Gelchossa, let me rest here a little
while.' The mighty Lamderg died ! ' And sleepest
thou so soon on earth, O chief of shady Tura ?'
Three days she mourned beside her love. The
hunters found her cold. They raised this tomb
above the three. Thy son, O king of Morven,
may rest here with heroes !"
"And here my son shall rest," said Fingal.
'* The voice of their fame is in mine can-. Fillan
and Fergus, bring hither Orla, the pale youth of