By innate instinct taught no doubt,
Their yeaning time drew nigh.[61]
They thirty hours a-head had got,
Upon their tour intent;
On searching ev’ry local spot,
A second day was spent;
The third I mounted—by Priest’s Bridge,
And Heron’s Close I veer’d;
To Harelaw Heights, and Ruffhill Ridge,
And Stanton Steads I steer’d.