Now the mother drops breath; she is dumb, and her heart goes dead for a space,
Till the motherhood, mistress of death, shrieks, shrieks through the glen,
And that place of the lashing is live with men,

And Maclean, and the gillie that told him, dash up in a desperate race.

Not a breath's time for asking; an eye-glance reveals all the tale untold.
They follow mad Hamish afar up the crag toward the sea,

And the lady cries: " Clansmen, run for a fee!

Yon castle and lands to the two first hands that shall hook him and hold

Fast Hamish back from the brink!"—and ever she flies up the steep,
And the clansmen pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain.
But, mother, 'tis vain; but, father, 'tis vain;

Stern Hamish stands bold on the brink, and dangles the child o'er the deep.

Now a faintness falls on the men that run, and they all stand still.

And the wife prays Hamish as if he were God, on her knees,

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Crying: Hamish! O Hamish! but please, but please

For to spare him!" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a wavering will.

On a sudden he turns; with a sea-hawk scream, and a gibe, and a song,
Cries: 'So; I will spare ye the child if, in sight of ye all,

Ten blows on Maclean's bare back shall fall,

And ye reckon no stroke if the blood follow not at the bite of the thong!"

Then Maclean he set hardly his tooth to his lip that his tooth was red,
Breathed short for a space, said: Nay, but it never shall be!

Let me hurl off the damnable hound in the sea!"

But the wife: "Can Hamish go fish us the child from the sea, if dead?

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Say yea! Let them lash me, Hamish?"-"Nay!"-"Husband, the lashing will heal;

But, oh, who will heal me the bonny sweet bairn in his grave?
Could ye cure me my heart with the death of a knave?

Quick! Love! I will bare thee-so-kneel!" Then Maclean 'gan slowly to kneel

With never a word, till presently downward he jerked to the earth.

Then the henchman-he that smote Hamish-would tremble and lag;
Strike, hard!" quoth Hamish, full stern, from the crag;

Then he struck him, and "One!" sang Hamish, and danced with the child in his mirth.

And no man spake beside Hamish; he counted each stroke with a song.
When the last stroke fell, then he moved him a pace down the height,
And he held forth the child in the heartaching sight

Of the mother, and looked all pitiful grave, as repenting a wrong.

And there as the motherly arms stretched out with the thanksgiving prayer— And there as the mother crept up with a fearful swift pace,

Till her finger nigh felt of the bairnie's face

In a flash fierce Hamish turned round and lifted the child in the air,

And sprang with the child in his arms from the horrible height in the sea,
Shrill screeching, "Revenge!" in the wind-rush; and pallid Maclean,
Age-feeble with anger and impotent pain,

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