Nor how old choleric Norman’s cheek became
Flushed at the Campbell and Breadalbane name.
Assigning, heedless of impending harm,
Their stedfast silence to his story’s charm,
He touched a subject perilous to touch—
Saying, “’Midst this well-known vale I wondered much
To lose my way. In boyhood, long ago,
I roamed and loved each pathway of Glencoe;
Trapped leverets, plucked wild berries on its braes,
And fished along its banks long summer days.