Behind him was a ruined hut,
Its walls were levell'd with the ground,
And broken rafters black with soot,
And staves of tubs, were scatter'd round.
With streaming eyes adown the glen
He fix'd his gaze—I look'd, and lo!
Along the road a band of men,
With horse and cart, were moving slow.
Upon my life, it made me shiver
To hear him shriek with frantic yell,