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In the middle of his career he met with Mr. McMurdie, of Aulton, who hailed him with, “Hilloa, Birkendelly! Where the deuce are you flying at that rate?”

“I was riding after a woman,” said the Laird, with great simplicity, reining in his steed.

“Then I am sure no woman on earth can long escape you, unless she be in an air balloon.”

“I don’t know that. Is she far gone?”

“In which way do you mean?”

“In this.”

“Aha-ha-ha! Hee-hee-hee!” nichered McMurdie, misconstruing the Laird’s meaning.

“What do you laugh at, my dear sir? Do you know her, then?”

“Ho-ho-ho! Hee-hee-hee! How should I, or how can I, know her, Birkendelly, unless you inform me who she is?”

“Why, that is the very thing I want to know of you. I mean the young lady whom you met just now.”

“You are raving, Birkendelly. I met no young lady, nor is there a single person on the road I have come by, while you know that for a mile and a half forward your way she could not get out of it.”

“I know that,” said the Laird, biting his lip and looking greatly puzzled; “but confound me if I understand this; for I was within speech of her just now on the top of the Birky Brow there, and, when I think of it, she could not have been even thus far as yet. She had on a pure white gauze frock, a small green bonnet and feathers, and a green veil, which, flung back over her left shoulder, hung below her waist, and was altogether such an engaging figure that no man could have passed her on the road without taking some note of her. Are you not making game of me? Did you not really meet with her?”

“On my word of truth and honor, I did not. Come, ride back with me, and we shall meet her still, depend on it. She has given you the go-by on the road. Let us go; I am only to call at the mill about some barley for the distillery, and will return with you to the big town.”

Birkendelly returned with his friend. The sun was not yet set, yet M’Murdie could not help observing that the Laird looked thoughtful and confused, and not a word could he speak about anything save this lovely apparition with the white frock and the green veil; and lo! when they reached the top of Birky Brow there was the maiden again before them, and exactly at the same spot where the Laird first saw her before, only walking in the contrary direction.

“Well, this is the most extraordinary thing that I ever knew!” exclaimed the Laird.

“What is it, sir?” said M’Murdie.

“How that young lady could have eluded me,” returned the Laird. “See, here she is still!”

“I beg your pardon, sir, I don’t see her. Where is she?”

“There, on the other side of the angle; but you are shortsighted. See, there she is ascending the other eminence in her white frock and green veil, as I told you. What a lovely creature!”

“Well, well, we have her fairly before us now, and shall see what she is like at all events,” said McMurdie.

Between the Birky Brow and this other slight eminence there is an obtuse angle of the road at the part where it is lowest, and, in passing this, the two friends necessarily lost sight of the object of their curiosity. They pushed on at a quick pace, cleared the low angle–the maiden was not there! They rode full speed to the top of the eminence from whence a long extent of road was visible before them–there was no human creature in view. McMurdie laughed aloud, but the Laird turned pale as death and bit his lip. His friend asked him good-humoredly why he was so much affected. He said, because he could not comprehend the meaning of this singular apparition or illusion, and it troubled him the more as he now remembered a dream of the same nature which he had, and which terminated in a dreadful manner.